Juve had openly laughed at first; but when he understood that Elizabeth, requested to leave the convent, would again be without a safe shelter, he became serious, reflected for a minute or two, then gave his dear lad a piece of advice, advice which Fandor had seemingly taken objection to, but had finished by agreeing to...

They parted with these words:

“The more you think it over, dear lad, the better you will like my idea,” said Juve.

Fandor had not said “no” to it!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN : AN ARREST

The day after his memorable talk with Juve, Fandor was summoned to appear before the police magistrate, because he could give evidence regarding the rue Raffet affair, and had saved Elizabeth Dollon’s life.

It was about four in the afternoon, and he had just entered the passage leading to the offices so familiar to him, when he met Elizabeth. Behind her came several persons whom he recognised: among them were the Barbey-Nanteuil partners, Madame Bourrat, and the servant, Jules. They were together and were talking. The moment she saw him, Elizabeth went up to him.

“Ah, monsieur!” she cried, with a reproachful look.

“We had given up all hope of seeing you... Just imagine, the magistrate has finished his enquiry already! Twice he asked if you had come!”

Fandor seemed surprised.

“The summons was for four this afternoon, was it not?” he asked, taking from his pocket the summoning letter. A glance showed that he was not mistaken: he gave Elizabeth the letter to read. She smiled.

“You were summoned for four o’clock, I see; but we had to appear earlier: I was examined as soon as I arrived, and I was summoned to appear at half-past two.” Fandor was annoyed with himself: he might have guessed it! He was vexed because he had not been on the watch in the passage whilst this examination was proceeding. He was moving towards Monsieur Fuselier’s room, the magistrate in charge of the Auteuil affair, and he must have shown his annoyance, for Elizabeth said:

“I am a little to blame, perhaps, that you did not receive due notice, but what could I do? Yesterday evening when you telephoned to the convent to ask for news of me, I was just going to tell you at what time I was summoned, but when I went to the telephone...”

“What’s this you are telling me?” asked Fandor, staring hard at Elizabeth. “I never telephoned you yesterday evening. Who told you I had been asking for you on the telephone?”