Fantômas: 5 Book Collection. Marcel Allain

to do one or two little things here."

      "All right," said Jean, turning away. "Shut the door behind you when you leave, if I have gone to bed."

      Charlot sat on the arm of a chair and wiped his brow.

      "I don't like this business," he muttered. "Why the deuce did he want to go? What does this woman want with him? I may be only an old fool, but I know what I know, and there have been no end of queer stories about this job already." He sat there meditating, till an idea took shape in his mind. "Can I dare to go round there and just prowl about? Of course he will be furious, but suppose that letter was a decoy and he is walking into a trap? One never can tell. An assignation in that particular street, with that prison opposite, and Gurn to be guillotined within the next hour or so?" The man made up his mind, hurriedly put on his coat and hat, and switched off the electric lights in the exquisitely appointed dressing-room. "I'll go!" he said aloud. "If I see anything suspicious, or if at the end of half an hour I don't see M. Valgrand leaving the house — well!" Charlot turned the key in the lock. "Yes, I will go. I shall be much easier in my mind!"