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Updated: June 12, 2025
A man was coming to meet them an investigating agent attached to the general commissariat department at Dieppe. "They are asking for Monsieur Henri on the telephone," he announced. De Loubersac rushed to the police station. Over the telephone, a War Office colleague informed him that the fugitive corporal, accompanied by a priest, had during the last hour arrived at a garage in Rouen.
A few casual remarks, and Henri de Loubersac came to his point.
Lieutenant de Loubersac signed the pact, without a moment's hesitation: he put his hand into the hand of Juve, and shook it warmly. "Agreed, Monsieur: we are of one mind on that point!" The two men stood silent, considering each other, despite the violence of the west wind sweeping across the end of the stockade, bringing with it enormous foam-tipped waves, rising from a rough, grey sea.
Juve cocked a listening ear; there were furtive footsteps stealthy movements close by!... Juve thrilled!... If it were the traitor Vinson? The steps came nearer, nearer. Juve slipped out of his shelter. Someone rose up before him and ... mutual recognition, and laughter! De Loubersac was on the watch as well!
Her attitude, the lines of her figure, were familiar to de Loubersac. He felt sure he knew her. He took his seat and awaited the turning of her head. A piercing whistle and the train began to move. The young woman drew back, pulled up the window, and sat back in her seat. Henri de Loubersac saw her. She made a movement of surprise. "You! Monsieur Henri!" "You! Mademoiselle Bobinette!"
The detective and the officer were on the jetty of Dieppe harbour. This chill December afternoon, the sea looked dark and threatening. Since their arrival at Dieppe, Juve and de Loubersac had mutually avoided each other. Time and again they had come face to face, each more bored, more cross-looking than the other. This mutual, sulky avoidance was over: they had made it up.
Juve looked at his watch. "I told them to put on a special for the night, and they have instructions to send me any telegrams.... Still, it is six o'clock.... I will see if there is anything fresh!" Juve found de Loubersac fast asleep in the sentry box, and shook him by the shoulder. "Lieutenant!... Lieutenant!" he shouted: "Wake up!
Wilhelmine looked at her lover with the eyes of an astonished child. "I do not understand you," she murmured. Mastering his emotion, de Loubersac decided to make a clean breast of it. "I will be frank, Wilhelmine.... Your last words have increased my torture.... Have you not spoken of your dear dead, and must I learn that you are perhaps going to pray ... at the tomb of Captain Brocq?"
The old fellow shuffled along beside the enraged lieutenant, whining, complaining of the precarious state of his finances, but de Loubersac was adamant. Perceiving this, Vagualame desisted. "I want to talk to you," said he. "To-morrow!" suggested de Loubersac. "No, at once. It is urgent." De Loubersac could hardly hear what Vagualame said.
"Gently, Monsieur Henri, gently, if you please," whined the old man, "I was only thinking what is always the case: 'Look for the woman!" "The disappearance of the document," continued de Loubersac, "is coincident with the death of Captain Brocq so it is supposed."...
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