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Updated: June 7, 2025
"You are looking into this Brocq affair, Juve?... Very well! So am I!... You have read my articles?" "They are very interesting." "They lack conclusiveness, however!... But, as things are, I could not do better, not having any precise information and facts to go upon. Are you quite certain about the facts yourself? Do you know who has struck the blow?" "Don't you suspect, Fandor?"
"I do not imagine anything, Colonel I state facts!... Nichoune is dead, murdered: there is not a shadow of a doubt about that.... Nichoune was the mistress of Corporal Vinson.... This Vinson was on the point of playing the traitor, if he had not already done so; he was also a friend of Captain Brocq, and Brocq died just when the document disappeared the document confided to him by our service ... so much for facts."
M. de Naarboveck, who had been watching Fandor closely, said to him, in a low voice: "Wilhelmine has been very much upset by this terrible accident which has overtaken our friend, Captain Brocq, and we."...
"I see, Monsieur, that what I feared is true: yes, this is certainly the list of documents contained in this portfolio, but."... "But, one is missing!" The two men checked the papers of Captain Brocq. Juve was right. There was a document missing Number Six. "Whew!" murmured the superintendent.
"My dear fellow," said Monsieur Havard, in a positive tone, "for a logical mind that reasons coolly, for one who does not bewilder himself in a network of Fantômas hypotheses, he who killed Brocq is assuredly he who has killed Nichoune! Brocq, I imagine, was killed by someone lying in wait on the top of the Arc de Triomphe.
There is one thing you must understand. At the present moment it is almost certain that this good fellow's identity has been established. The devil's in it if some policeman is not at his domicile already and if enquiry is not being made into the life of Captain Brocq. To learn that he is on terms of acquaintanceship with your patron, de Naarboveck, is child's play!
And, besides, you ought to consider that it was precisely at the Naarboveck receptions we met." With the utterance of these last words Bobinette glanced at Captain Brocq as if she would annihilate him: the remembrance of their first meeting seemed more odious to her than pleasing. Brocq, whose eyes were obstinately lowered, saw nothing of this.
Colonel Hofferman seemed to attach no importance whatever to it. Juve continued: "I should greatly value Colonel Hofferman's opinion regarding the suppositions I am about to formulate. Well, gentlemen, here is what I deduce from my investigations.... Captain Brocq was a simple, modest fellow; a hard worker; reasonable, temperate, serious-minded officer: a good middle-class citizen, in fact.
Whenever they met, and their first tender effusions were over, the lovers exchanged ideas, and always on the same subject. Bobinette had completed her toilet. In leisurely fashion she came over to her lover and seated herself beside him. Brocq, who was thinking deeply, remained silent. "What are you thinking about?" Bobinette suddenly asked, in a chaffing tone.
He felt he had been caught. How the devil was he going to escape from this wasp's nest? His eye fell on a timepiece. Seeing the hour, he thought: "Had it not been for this Brocq fellow, and that fool of a Dupont, I should now be in the train asleep, and rolling along towards Dijon!"...
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