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Updated: June 14, 2025
In the name of the law I arrest you!" declared Inspector Michel. Captain Loreuil shouted in his natural voice, which, issuing from this apparent woman, had a ludicrous effect: "Ha! at last we have got him!" Juve-Vagualame did not budge. With inward joy, he awaited the arrest of Bobinette. "Things go well," he thought: "if not so well as old Michel believes.
"Wits wool-gathering, lieutenant!" echoed Juve-Vagualame. "There is no lieutenant, I tell you!" cried de Loubersac, with a stamp of his foot. "It is Monsieur Henri just Henri, if you like. How many more times am I to tell you this?" Juve-Vagualame's reply was an equivocal gesture. "You do not know about the Châlons affair the assassination of the singer, Nichoune?" "No that is to say."...
Yes, there was the sordid figure of Old Vagualame, bent under the weight of years and of his ancient accordion: he seemed to be stooping more than usual. Had he also followed them? He had. Thus Juve-Vagualame was continuing his quest with the hope of getting further light on the series of mysteries he was seeking to solve.
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.
She was left no choice. The old man was pushing her relentlessly towards the door. He must be obeyed. Listening, on the alert, Juve-Vagualame remained in the room, ready to conceal himself behind the curtains. Who were these mounting the stairs? Some of the household?
Thinking thus, Juve-Vagualame, encircled by watchful policemen, descended the stairs. On the first floor he caught a glimpse of the baron and his daughter in the ante-room. De Naarboveck's bearing was dignified: Wilhelmine seemed terribly frightened. There was a scared, hunted look on her pallid face. Behind Juve-Vagualame in his handcuffs followed the pseudo-mother.
"Not so far." "Are you going to Verdun?" "Possibly." "How about the document?" "Hum!" murmured Juve-Vagualame. Here was another conundrum he must go warily. "You are constantly looking for it, of course? You know it is the most urgent of all!"... Juve nodded agreement. "Place it in my hands, and I shall give you fifty thousand francs in exchange for it you know that!"
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