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"But," faltered Bobinette: "How could I act otherwise?" Vagualame threw her such a look, a look so charged with fierce contempt that she could no longer doubt that she was face to face with her master. This master would not allow argument, discussion: well she knew that! She screwed up her courage to ask: "How did you learn my address?"
He was seized by a mad desire to grip Bobinette by the throat silence her lying tongue arrest, handcuff her on the spot render her powerless! He had noticed a vague line of black showing below her light coloured taffeta skirt. It might be the frill of a petticoat just too long.
Juve was purposely exaggerating Vagualame's attitude: it enabled him to conceal his face better. "I stoop so much because my age weighs me down.... When you grow old."... Bobinette burst into peals of laughter. "You don't think, do you, Vagualame, that I take you for an old man? Ha, ha!
Bobinette continued: "My evil genius, gentlemen, was a bandit of the worst kind: you know him under the name of Vagualame. Vagualame, agent of the Second Bureau, and officially a counter-spy. Quite so.
Intimate letters lying about like this! No, decidedly!"... Brocq put her right. "No, no, my pet! Your precious letters are most carefully preserved by me put together see there they are there are not many of them but not one is missing!" "You are sure of that?" "I swear it." Bobinette reflected.
When the admiration for his prowess had died down, Hogshead Geoffrey continued his story: "When I had given the chief the knock-out, the next day they gave me the order of the boot, if you would believe me!... I was properly down and out! I hadn't saved a sou was in debt right and left, to the wine-shops was all but run in!"... "What did you do?" enquired the Scrub. "Bobinette helped me."
To mislead the curious, the serious talk of this incongruous pair was punctuated by loud-voiced remarks having no connection with the real matter in hand. Juve's one idea now was to see this piece of a gun for himself. When Bobinette, at last, grasped this, she stared at him with bewildered eyes. "But what are you thinking of, Vagualame? I do not carry the thing about with me."
"The police? I don't like the police!" interrupted her brother. "Who does?" ejaculated Bobinette. "Lots of people come to her house. I go to all the dinners, all the parties!" "Ah, then, you'll foot the bill, Bobine, if you have such a rich situation?" "I will pay, Geoffrey," said Bobinette: "This old lady, I think."... Bobinette stopped.
She whispered low: "To-morrow Vinson will be in Paris!" Juve had already learned that Vinson was stationed at Verdun, was granted frequent leave, and that on the morning of December 1st he would be in Paris. This was the evening of November 30th! Bobinette had not said exactly what he was coming to do, and Juve feared to ask questions that might arouse the red-haired girl's suspicions.
"No more of this nonsense!" commanded Vagualame in a hard voice. "Keep cool, I tell you!... Go on to the landing. Look over. See what is happening. You are not to be afraid." Struck speechless, Bobinette stared at the old man, who commanded her as a master, and might stand by her as an accomplice but those terrifying eyes were not the eyes of her own Vagualame no! How to act?
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