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FNTM083 | 2020-06-22  
The Cité Frochot is shut in by low stone walls, topped by grating round which creepers intertwine. The entry to
its main thoroughfare, shaded by trees and lined with small private houses, is not supposed to be public, and a
porter's lodge to the right of the entrance is intended to enforce its private character. It was about seven in the
evening. As the fine spring day drew to a close, Fandor reached the square of the Cité. For an hour past the
journalist had been wholly engaged in keeping track of the famous Loupart, who, after leaving the saloon, had
sauntered up the Rue des Martyrs, his hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth. Fandor allowed him to
pass at the corner of the Rue Claude, and from there on kept him in view. Juve had completely disappeared. As
Loupart, followed by Fandor, was about to enter the Cité Frochot, an exclamation made them both turn. Fandor
perceived a poorly dressed man anxiously searching for something in the gutter. A curious crowd had instantly
collected, and word was passed round that the lost object was a twenty-five-franc gold piece. Fandor, joining
the crowd, was pushed close to the man, who quickly whispered: "Idiot! Keep out of the Cité." he owner of the
gold piece was no other than the detective. Then, under cover of loud complaint, Juve muttered to Fandor, "Let
him go! Watch the entrance to the Cité!" "But," objected Fandor in the same key, "what if I lose sight of him?"
"No fear of that. The doctor's house is the second on the right." The hooligan, who had for a moment drawn
near the crowd, was now heading straight for the Cité. Juve went on: "In a quarter of an hour at the latest join
me again, 27 Rue Victor Massé."

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