“And you were jolly proud of it, eh, Fandor?... Good Heavens, how you held forth about this Juve! And you regularly fed us up with this villain, so mysterious, so extraordinary, who was never run to earth, could not be captured, was capable of the most inhuman cruelties, capable of devising the most unimaginable tricks and stratagems – this Fantômas!”

Fandor grew pale:

“My dear fellow,” said he, “never speak sneeringly or jokingly of Fantômas!... No doubt it is taken for granted, by the public at any rate, that Fantômas is an invention of Juve and myself: that Fantômas never existed!... And that because this monster, who is a man of genius, has never been identified; because not a soul has been able to lay hands on him...; and because, as you know, this fruitless pursuit has cost poor Juve his life...”

“The truth is, this famous detective died a foul death1”“No! You are mistaken! Juve died on the field of honour! When, after a terribly difficult and dangerous investigation, he succeeded (by this time it was no longer the Gurn-Fantômas affair, but that of the boulevard Inkermann at Neuilly) in cornering Fantômas, he was well aware that he risked his life in entering the bandit’s hide-out.

What happened was that the villain found means to blow up the house, and to bury Juve underneath the ruins. Fantômas has proved the stronger; but, according to my ideas, Juve has had, nonetheless, the finest death he could desire – death in the midst of the fight – a useful death!”

“Useful? In what way?”

“My dear fellow,” cried Fandor, in a tone of vigorous denial, “in the opinion of all unprejudiced minds, the death of Juve has proved, proved up to the hilt, the existence of Fantômas... Moreover, it has forced this villain to disappear; it has restored peace, tranquillity to society.... At the cost of his life, Juve has scored a final triumph, he has deprived Fantômas of the power to do harm – clipped his claws, in fact.” “The truth is he is never mentioned now by a soul... for all that, Fandor, only to see you smile! Why–,” and the editorial secretary shook a threatening finger at his colleague: “I’ll wager you still believe in Fantômas!... That one fine day you will write us a rattling good article, announcing some fresh Fantômas crime!”

Jérôme Fandor made no direct reply to this – it was useless to try and convince those who had not closely followed the records of crimes perpetrated during recent years: you could not make them believe in the existence of Fantômas. Fandor knew; but, with Juve dead, was there another soul who could know the true facts?” All he said was: