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De Loubersac said in a low, distinct voice: "I maintain my accusation, Mademoiselle, until you have furnished me with absolute, undeniable proofs!"... De Loubersac's voice failed him. Wilhelmine had turned from him. She hurried to the door, descended the church steps, and threw herself into a passing cab. De Loubersac had followed her.
After their cordial handshake, Juve, wishing to define the situation, asked: "Now what are we after exactly you and I? What is the common aim of the Second Bureau and Police Headquarters?" De Loubersac's reply was: "A document has been stolen from us: we want to find it." Juve said: "Two crimes have been committed: we wish to seize the assassin."
For instance, how explain the intimacy existing between de Naarboveck, his so-called daughter, and this Mademoiselle Berthe, whose part in the affair engaging de Loubersac's attention was open to the gravest suspicions?... Wilhelmine continued what she called her confession, thinking aloud, opening her heart, confiding in her dear Henri, whose silence she took for sympathy and encouragement.
The latter admonition was given with a purpose; for Juve was under no illusion as to de Loubersac's feelings.
I could swear he was going to declare he had not been there, when a reply of my own a blunder, I confess it I did not take time to think informed him that I knew of his visit to Nichoune." Colonel Hofferman weighed the gravity of de Loubersac's words; he strode along, head bent, hands clasped behind his back, gazing with unseeing eyes at the pebbles on the path. At last he spoke.
"You know something else?" "I know that I arranged to meet this agent yesterday in the Garden, as our custom is, that I waited there, that he never turned up." Colonel Hofferman took de Loubersac's arm as they walked slowly back to the reception-rooms. "What you have just told me is exceedingly serious: we must enquire into this at once without loss of time.
"Yes, you also have secrets," remarked Wilhelmine. "They are only professional ones: there is nothing about my personality to hide: my life is an open book for all the world to read!" De Loubersac's tone was hard. It hurt Wilhelmine. For some while they had been seated behind a pillar, in the shadow: Wilhelmine had been speaking: Henri had been listening.
"I shall fine you five hundred francs! How dare you accost me like this? Are you mad?" De Loubersac's voice shook with rage. Lieutenant de Loubersac had just quitted the Second Bureau after an unusually hard day's work. Fatigued by the over-heated offices, he was enjoying the fresh air and exercise in spite of the chilling mist overhanging Paris.
He rose, stood close to Wilhelmine, who also rose, instinctively, looked her straight in the face, and asked, point-blank: "Wilhelmine de Naarboveck, or Thérèse Auvernois it matters little to me I wish to know the real truth.... Confess, then, that you were Captain Brocq's mistress!" "Monsieur!" exclaimed the startled girl. She met de Loubersac's inquisitorial look proudly.
Then Juve asked: "Nevertheless, Lieutenant, since I find you here, I fancy there is some side development some incident?... In reality, have you not come to Dieppe to intercept a certain corporal who is to deliver to a foreign power a piece of artillery of the highest importance?" "You have hit it!" was de Loubersac's reply. "I see you know about this gun affair!" Juve nodded.