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When the surgeon made his statement, Juve murmured in Fandor's ear: "Vinson shot through the heart by a bullet!... Like Captain Brocq!... Killed undoubtedly by a noiseless weapon ... when crossing the street!... Here, again, is Fantômas!" Things calmed down somewhat. Fandor addressed Dumoulin: "Excuse me, Commandant, for having troubled you.
"By jove!" he declared, "if I knew the name of the guilty person, I would go and arrest him!"... While the unfortunate Captain Brocq collapsed inside his carriage, mortally struck by the mysterious shot, pretty Bobinette, who could have had no idea of the accident to her lover, following hard in her wake, continued her drive.
More and more astonished, Wilhelmine replied: "And suppose I were going to do so? Should I be doing wrong to pray for the repose of the soul of the unfortunate Captain Brocq, who was one of my best friends?" "Ah!" cried Henri de Loubersac: "Is it love you feel for him, then?"
"In three minutes." Juve sat for a few minutes deep in thought. Then in a changed voice, a solemn voice with a sharp note in it, he said: "You know about Captain Brocq's sudden death, of course?... Let me tell you that I have discovered it was an assassination. It's this affair I am giving all my attention to." When there was mention of the Brocq affair, Fandor started.
This was why, when verging on forty, his heart, as young, as fresh as a student's, had suddenly caught fire when he happened to meet Bobinette. Who was this woman? Brocq could not place her with that mathematical exactitude dear to his scientific mind. She puzzled this honest man, who fell deeper and deeper in love with her.
Assuredly, that handsome fellow, that dashing soldier, Henri de Loubersac, knew nothing of this same Vagualame's relations with Bobinette, nor his attitude towards that mysterious accomplice of his whom he had just assassinated, or pretended to have assassinated, Captain Brocq.
Then, in a voice quivering with sarcasm, he enquired: "Am I to be permitted to know what it is all about?" "There is no harm in asking that, Monsieur," replied Inspector Michel, in a matter-of-fact tone. "The individual we have come to arrest here is a ruffian, wanted for a couple of murders: that of a Captain Brocq, and that of a little music-hall singer called Nichoune."
The murderer of Brocq is assuredly Vagualame: as to the murderer of Nichoune: I do not yet know under what guise he committed his crime, but of one thing I am certain the author of this double crime is none other than Fantômas!
Now, Brocq was in the habit of putting down in his pocket-book the exact sums he possessed and mark this well also entering the numbers of his bank-notes!... Now, bank-notes have disappeared from his cash drawer. The missing notes bear the numbers: A 4998; O 4350; U 5108; the very notes found in your pocket-book!" There ensued a dreadful silence.
Brocq exchanged his jacket for a black coat. He went into his study, separated from the other room by a heavy curtain. "Bobinette!" he called. That young person responded to his call, but with no show of haste. She found the captain seated before his bureau rummaging in an immense drawer crammed full of papers.
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