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Updated: May 7, 2025
Then, in a low trembling voice, trembling from excess of emotion but not from timidity, Bobinette began her story. A child of the people, honestly brought up, she had not always followed the straight path of virtue: there had been lapses.
Fantômas had threatened her with death, and yet she lived.... Where was she?... Bobinette felt so weak and giddy that she remained in a sitting posture.... What exactly had happened?... Ah! yes! when Fantômas had announced she was to die, she had fallen down on the road: her skirt was still wet and muddy, her testing fingers told her that! She was cold!
Before Bobinette could interrupt, Vagualame continued: "Tell me, do you know of anything more wicked, more contemptible, more vile, more shameful than treachery, than betrayal, than a trap set, a snare laid to catch one who has always been your friend, your defender?... Tell me, Bobinette, who is more hateful than the Judas who sells you with a kiss?... Tell me, Bobinette, who is less worthy of pity than the cowardly criminal who betrays his accomplice?... Than the bandit who delivers up his chief for money, perhaps for less than money because of fear who betrays his master to save his own skin?"...
Bobinette had another very pretty trick of playing with the tape-measure. He used to bring it to us and have it wound several times around his body; then he would "chase himself" until he got it off, when he would bring it back and ask plainly to have it wound round him again.
Say but half a word and he understood everything. As cynical as you please, he would stick at nothing, declaring himself ready for anything, regardless of consequences! From this, Juve-Vagualame gathered that Corporal Vinson was a daring traitor, was the most out-and-out scoundrel imaginable. Bobinette also told her supposed chief that the moment for the great stroke was at hand.
But the captain felt relieved; only one cab, drawn by a horse, now separated him from Bobinette's taxi, and assuredly her vehicle and his would be abreast, side by side at the entry to the avenue of the Bois de Boulogne. Brocq loved Bobinette dearly, but frankly, if for a joke or inadvertently she had carried off the document, he would give her a piece of his mind.
Brocq now got in a word: "In the first place," he said, "you know quite well you would do a very stupid thing if you married me; I have not the usual dowry, far from it! Then I am not of your world. Can you see me in a drawing-room, playing my tricks with the colonel's wife, the general's wife, with the whole blessed lot of them? Zut! I am just what I am, just Bobinette."...
How could a pure girl breathe the miasmic atmosphere which must emanate from the soul of this abominable woman? It was terrible! The desultory commonplace chat went on, whilst de Loubersac was considering how best to act. Arrest Bobinette? Yes. He must not, dare not, hesitate. It was his duty.
"I am inclined to think that the companion, Mademoiselle Berthe, otherwise Bobinette, has played, and perhaps still plays, an incomprehensible part in these affairs." "You find it incomprehensible?" Juve burst into laughter. "I do not!" "Well then, were I in your place, I should not hesitate to arrest her!" "And then?" "Oh, explanations could follow."
Then, in a tone of rising anger, he continued: "And you think me mad? But what sort of woman are you, Bobinette, to try and deceive me?
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