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"Well, then?" De Loubersac was staring at Vagualame with puzzled eyes. "Well, then as to that no!... I had better hold my tongue." "Speak out!" commanded de Loubersac. "No," growled Juve-Vagualame. "I order you to do so." "Well, then," conceded Juve-Vagualame, "since you must know what I think, I consider Nichoune was in no sense the mistress of Captain Brocq."
In such an audience his appearance would attract but little attention, and the long intervals of darkness were all in his favour. Bobinette must not have her suspicions aroused. Juve-Vagualame marched up and down outside the hall, rubbing his hands with satisfaction. Things were going well.
Then Bobinette announced: "If, after that, you do not pay me what you owe me, you can be sure I shall not serve you ever again!" Juve-Vagualame promised immediate payment. "But," said he to himself, "her remuneration will not take the form she expects!"
Vagualame could and would reach her room by the gutter-pipe ladder, it was not too difficult; but it was a risky undertaking, for, and particularly from the Esplanade des Invalides, a climber might be seen, an alarm raised, and the police would intervene. Juve-Vagualame and Bobinette left the "movies" hall at half-past ten.
The further he proceeded in his present investigations the clearer grew the connection between the Brocq affair and those of Bobinette, Wilhelmine, de Loubersac: surely they were all interpreters of the tragic drama conceived by Vagualame-Fantômas! "His leave expired this morning," continued de Loubersac. "He left yesterday evening. I have proof of it," asserted Juve-Vagualame. "Anything new?"
"Less the fine," put in Juve-Vagualame with a comical grimace. De Loubersac smiled. "We will speak of that again." There was a pause. "A good deal has happened since the death of Captain Brocq's mistress." Juve-Vagualame remarked. "Is Captain Brocq's mistress dead, too?... Poor girl!" De Loubersac stared hard at the accordion player. "Oh come now, Vagualame! Where are your wits wool-gathering?"
After a moment's reflection he added: "But of course, you must know more about it than anyone, Vagualame, because you saw her just before the end. Didn't you have a talk with Nichoune on the Friday, the eve of her death?" Juve-Vagualame was about to speak. De Loubersac added: "The innkeeper saw you!" "Did he now? What is this?" thought Juve. This statement opened up a fresh view of things.
"I have reason to think our customary password is known ... I will explain another time ... it is a regular story a long one." "All right," agreed de Loubersac. "What should it be?... Suppose I say monoplane?" "I will answer dirigible," said Juve-Vagualame. "Agreed." De Loubersac rapidly mounted the steps leading to the quay, glad to close a detestable interview. Juve-Vagualame remained below.
He struck his forehead. "Monsieur Henri!" he called. "What?" "The meeting place to-morrow?" De Loubersac had just signalled to a taxi: he leaned over the parapet and called to Juve-Vagualame, who had got no farther than the middle of the steps: "Why at half past three, in the garden, as usual!" "Oh, ho!" said the old accordion player. "He will be furious!
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.
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