"Leave Loupart? Especially now that Juve is in quod, Loupart will be the King of Paris!" "Do you think your lover will attach much weight to the arrest of Juve? Won't he fancy it's a put-up job?" "A put-up job! How could it be? Why, I saw with my two eyes Juve led away with the bracelets on his wrists." The growing hubbub of the newsboys crying the evening papers drew near the Place d'Anvers. Instinctively Fandor, followed by Josephine, went toward them. On the boulevard he bought a paper. "There you see!" cried Josephine triumphantly. "Here it is in print, so it is true!" In scare headlines appeared this notice--"Amazing development in the affair of the Outlaws of La Chapelle. Detective Juve under lock and key." Fandor, when he met Josephine in the Place d'Anvers, was on his way to the Rue des Abesses where Bonardin occupied a nice little suite of three rooms, tastefully decorated and comfortably furnished. The actor had his shoulder in plaster--Juve's bullet had broken his clavicle, but the doctor declared that with a few days' rest he would be quite well again. "M. Fandor, I am very sorry for what is happening to M. Juve. Do you think if I were to declare my intention not to proceed against him----" Fandor cut his companion short. "Let justice take its course, M. Bonardin. There will always be time later on." Although M. Bonardin was only twenty-five, he was beginning to have some reputation. By hard work he had come rapidly to the front, and was fast gaining a position among the best interpreters of modern comedy. "My dream," he exclaimed to Fandor, "is one day to attain to the fame of my masters, of such men as Tazzide, Gémier, Valgrand and Dumény." "You knew Valgrand?" asked Fandor. Bonardin smiled. "Why, we were great friends. When I first made my appearance at the theatre, after the Conservatoire, Valgrand was my model, my master. You certainly don't recollect it, M. Fandor, but I played the lover in the famous play 'La Toche Sanglante,' for which Valgrand had made himself up exactly like Gurn, the murderer of Lord Beltham. You must have heard of the case?" Fandor pretended to tax his memory. "Why, to be sure I do recall certain incidents, but won't you refresh my memory?" Bonardin asked no better than to chatter. "Valgrand, on the first night of his presentation of Gurn,[B] was quite worn out and left the theatre very late. He did not come again! For the second performance, his understudy took his part. The following day they sent to Valgrand's rooms; he had not been there for two days. The third day from the 'first night' Valgrand came among us again." "Pray go on, you interest me immensely!"