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Updated: May 7, 2025
Had he not opened the door?... Only Trokoff, the expected, the longed for, could have done that! The assembly acclaimed him: "Trokoff! We for Russia welcome you! God be with you, Trokoff! Heaven guard you!" "God be with you, brothers!" Juve advanced, scrutinising each in turn: neither Vagualame nor Bobinette were among them. Juve addressed them: "My brothers!
Was she truly hastening towards good fortune through this night of wind and rain?... Why not? Bobinette felt comforted. She said to herself that since Vagualame had summoned her to meet him in gipsy costume, it must be because he intended to help her to escape: otherwise why had he foreseen the necessity for such a disguise?
Inspector Michel made a sign. His colleague and the Home Office detective dragged Juve from the room. Juve offered no resistance. "That Michel is an idiot the completest of idiots," he thought. "Come along, now! We are off to the Dépôt!" commanded Michel, shaking Juve-Vagualame by the shoulder. Juve was about to tear off his false beard, make himself known, and get Bobinette arrested.
In a taxi they discussed how best to effect an entrance into the de Naarboveck mansion. Juve-Vagualame stuck to his original idea. The taxi drew up at the bridge. Juve-Vagualame paid the driver. Bobinette hurried away, slipped into the house, and went straight up to her room. She busied herself with the preparations agreed on, whereby Vagualame could the more easily effect an entrance in his turn.
Bobinette had been with him less than an hour, but she had given him an almost complete account of her doings during the past week. She announced that her trip to the frontier had been crowned with success: that the plan arranged with Corporal Vinson had proved astonishingly successful. She could not praise this wonderful Vinson enough. How intelligent he was?
The piercing notes of the new groom's mother mingled with the refined accents of Wilhelmine de Naarboveck, who, in the absence of her companion, was about to show the new groom the room allotted to him. In such matters Wilhelmine was more punctilious than most. "Did you hear, Vagualame?" Bobinette paled. Could her overstrung nerves be playing her tricks?
Was it a cry, a growl, a snarl?... She halted, shivering with fright, her ears humming, her heart contracted in the grip of an indescribable terror, doubting her senses, doubting the reality of the sound she had heard. Bobinette stood motionless. The wind whistling through the branches conveyed another sound to her senses.
Bobinette shrugged her plump shoulders. She was exasperated. The noise of the orchestra covered the sound of her imprudently loud answers. "Since I tell you I have in my hands the piece of the gun which is to go to the Havre agent! I expect you have forgotten the details concerning this object?
Now behold, here was this little red-haired creature, Bobinette, who asked for the solution of this formidable, incomprehensible, unprecedented thing, wanted it straight away. "Who is Fantômas?" Fandor's attitude, his expression showed how surprised he was at such a question. M. de Naarboveck emphasised and justified the journalist's astonishment.
"I think, on the contrary, that you keep it well hidden in your own room." "Assuredly," confirmed Bobinette. "I mean to see it. I expect you to agree to that," declared Juve-Vagualame. "You intend to come to?"... Bobinette looked terrified. "Exactly." "But when? Do you recollect, Vagualame, that I shall have to hand it over early to-morrow morning?"
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