"Oh!--Notes in halves! Suppose they belong to M. Martialle! Allow me, M. Rouquelet, to look at the numbers." "In with Mother Toulouche!" cried the Superintendent, then rubbing his hands he turned to Juve and cried: "A fine haul, M. Inspector. What do you think?" But Juve did not hear him; he had drawn Fandor into a corner of the office and was explaining: "I have done no more at present than have Lady Beltham shadowed, but I do not mean to arrest her. You see, if I asked Fuselier for a warrant against Lady Beltham, a person legally dead and buried more than two months ago, that excellent functionary would swallow his clerk, stool and all, in sheer amazement." At that moment a cyclist constable, dripping with sweat and quite out of breath, came in and hastening straight to Juve, cried: "I come from Nogent!" "Well?" "Well, M. Inspector, they saw a masked man come out of the convent, wrapped in a big cloak. They gave chase--he fired a revolver twice and killed two officers." "Good God! It was certainly----" "We thought, too--that perhaps--after all--it was--it was Fantômas!" "Juve!" called the Commissary. "You are wanted on the telephone. Neuilly is asking for you." The detective picked up the receiver. "Hello! hello! Is that you, Michel? Yes. What is it? In a motor? Oh, you have taken the driver. But he--curse it! Who the devil is this man who always escapes us? What? He is in Lady Beltham's house! You have surrounded the house? Good, keep your eyes open! Do nothing till I come." Juve hung up the receiver and turned to Fandor. "Fantômas is at Lady Beltham's; shut up in the house. I am going there." "I'll go with you." As the two men left the station, they were met by Inspector Grolle. "We have taken 'The Beard' at Daddy Korn's," he cried. "Confound that!" shouted Juve, as he jumped into a taxi with Fandor. "Neuilly! Boulevard Inkermann, and top speed!" XXXIV FANTÔMAS' REVENGE "Phew! Here I am!" Checking his headlong course at the top of the terrace steps, Fantômas rapidly entered the house, then double-locked himself in. The ruffian at once inspected the fastenings of the windows and doors on the ground floor. The monster cocked his ear. Three calls of the horn sounded dolefully in the silence of the night. Fantômas counted them anxiously and then exclaimed: "There! That's my signal! My driver is taken." A slight shudder shook the sturdy frame of the man. He went up to the first floor and peered through the shutters. He caught the sound of footsteps. In the light of a street lamp he suddenly descried the outline of his driver. The latter, among half a score of policemen, was walking, head bent, with his hands fettered.