"It's lucky you didn't wound anyone else. How did matters end?" "The actors, naturally enough, were furious with me, and I was being roughly handled when the real policemen arrived and rescued me. All was explained when I brought out my card of identity. While they were taking me to the station, the actor Bonardin was being carried to the nearest house, a convent, I believe." "Yes, the Convent of the Ladies of St. Clotilde." * * * * * The trap had been well devised, and Juve was not wrong in saying that anyone in his place would have been taken in by it. And so while the detective was detained at the station, Fandor, after a long and minute interrogation, returned to Paris in a state of deep dejection. XXVI AT THE HOUSE OF BONARDIN, THE ACTOR In the Place d'Anvers, Fandor was passing Rokin College. He heard some one calling him. "Monsieur Fandor! Monsieur Fandor!" It was Josephine, breathless and panting, her bright eyes glowing with joy. Fandor turned, astonished. "What is up?" Josephine paused a second, then taking Fandor's hand familiarly drew him into the square, which at this time of day was almost deserted. "Oh, it's something out of the common, I can assure you. I am going to astonish you!" "You've done that already. The mere sight of you----" "You thought I was arrested, didn't you?" Fandor nodded. "Well, it's your Juve who is jugged!" Contrary to Josephine's expectation, Fandor did not appear very astonished. "Come now, Miss Josephine, that's a likely tale! Juve arrested? On what grounds?" Josephine began an incoherent story. "I tell you they squabbled like rag-pickers! 'You make justice ridiculous,' shouted Fuselier. 'No one has the right to commit such blunders!' Well, they kept going on like that for a quarter of an hour. And then Fuselier rang and two Municipal guards came and he said: 'Arrest that man there!' pointing to Juve. And your friend the detective was obliged to let them do it. Only as he left the room he gave Fuselier such a look! Believe me, between those two it is war to the death from now." When she had ended Fandor asked in a calm voice: "And how did you get away, Josephine?" "Oh, M. Fuselier was very nice. 'It's you again?' said he when he saw me. 'To be sure it is,' answered I, 'and I'm glad to meet you again, M. Magistrate.' Then he began to hold forth about the cinema business. I told him what I knew about it, what I told you. Loupart stuffed me up with his tale of a trap. As sure as my name's Josephine I believed what my lover told me." Fandor gave her a penetrating glance. "And how about the Dixon business?" Josephine coloured, and said in a low tone: "Oh, the Dixon business, as to that--we are very good pals, Dixon and I. Just fancy, I went to see him yesterday afternoon. He has taken a fancy to me. He promised to keep me in luxury. Ah, if I dared," sighed the girl. "You would do well to leave Loupart."