"No, it is not worth while. Return to the Prefecture and report to M. Havard." When the two men had left, Fandor turned to Juve. "What do you make of it?" Juve shrugged his shoulders. "Michel is an idiot. That house has two exits; one to the Boulevard, the other to waste ground that leads to the fortifications. The Superior, or Lady Beltham, goes there to change her dress, and then hastens to some prearranged meeting elsewhere. The house at Neuilly will bear watching." XXIX THROUGH THE WINDOW "What a splendid fellow! One can count on him at any time. A friendship like his is rare and precious." Fandor had just left Juve, and the detective could not help being strangely moved as he thought of the devotion shown him by the journalist. The detective was still in his wheel chair; with a skilful turn he went back to the balcony and his post of observation. Evening was coming on. After a fine day the sky had become leaden and overcast with great clouds: a storm was threatening. Juve swore. "I shan't see much this evening; this confounded Josephine is so sentimental that she loves dreaming in the gloaming at her window without lighting up. Devil take her!" Juve had armed himself with his spy-glass; he apparently levelled it at Porte Maillot, and in that way he could see something of the movements of Josephine in the rooms opposite him. "Flowers on the chimney and on the piano! Expecting her lover probably!" Suddenly he started up in his chair. "Ah! some one has rung her bell. She is going toward the entrance door." A minute passed; in the front rooms Juve no longer saw anyone. Josephine must be receiving a visitor. Some minutes more went by; a heavy shower of rain came down and Juve was forced to leave his balcony. When he resumed his watching he could not suppress an exclamation of surprise. "Ah, if he would only turn! This cursed rain prevents me from seeing clearly what is afoot. The brute! Why won't he turn! There, he has laid his bag on a chair, his initials must be on it, but I can't read them. Yet the height of the man! His gestures! It's he, sure enough, it's Chaleck!" Juve suddenly abandoned his post of observation, propelled his chair to the back room of the suite and seized the telephone apparatus. "Hello! Give me the Prefecture. It is Juve speaking. Send at once detectives Léon and Michel to No. 33 C Boulevard Pereire South. They are to wait at the door of the house and arrest as they come out the persons I marked as numbers 14 and 15. Let them make haste." "Assuredly Chaleck won't leave at once if he has come to see Josephine; no doubt he has important things to say. Léon and Michel will arrive in time to nab him first and Josephine after. And to-morrow, when I have them handcuffed before me, it's the deuce if I don't manage to get the truth out of them." Juve went back to his look-out.