Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 26, 2025
Here's stuff to make broth of the best! It will make her think of bygone days when she lived with us in the country!" "My faith!" thought Father Louis, "if Nichoune opens her mouth!" Aunt Palmyra was knocking repeatedly at Nichoune's door, but there was no response. "Well, what a sleep she's having!" "Likely enough," replied Father Louis, "considering she was not in bed till four o'clock!"
Vagualame drew from the inside pocket of his short coat a large packet sealed with red wax. "Be very careful! This document is important has been difficult to obtain extremely difficult!... On no account must it go astray!... Tell Belfort that it must be handed over as quickly as possible.... Well?" Nichoune did not take the packet Vagualame was holding out to her.
The light fell on his face, and it was easy to recognise the man who had spoken to the mistress of Corporal Vinson: he was none other than Vagualame, the beggar-assassin. Before long there was a knock at the door. "Who is there?" "I ... Nichoune!" Vagualame rose and opened to her. "Come in, my dear!" Vagualame was now the amiable friend.
"On the ground floor end of the passage!... But you're never thinking of waking Nichoune at this early hour! She'll make a pretty noise if you do!" "Bah!" cried Aunt Palmyra: "Wait till the little dear sees who it is!... Just look at the nice things I've brought her!" and, showing him the vegetables in her basket, she began to drawl in a sing-song voice: "Will you have turnips and leeks?
Could he possibly realise that Vagualame was one of Colonel Hofferman's most trusted men? Jealous of the Second Bureau and all its works, Monsieur Havard meant to carry off the honours this time: he was going to arrest Vagualame as the murderer of both Captain Brocq and Nichoune! And then what a jolly blunder Police Headquarters would make! What a fine joke! Fandor really must help it on!
It is sufficient to say that when we returned to Châlons together, we were such good friends that he asked me to dine with him. When he saw me back to barracks, Alfred pressed a loan on me. I had told him about Nichoune, and about the pecuniary difficulties I was in, for by this time, I had full confidence in him.
"Just fancy, Vagualame, I took the precaution to hide it between my two mattresses! Wait!... Here it is!" Nichoune held out his letter. "Thank you, my dear!" Vagualame looked as if the returning of the document was a matter of the most perfect indifference to him. He gazed hard at Nichoune stared so fixedly at her that she demanded: "Whatever possesses you to stare at me like that?"
Vagualame raised his hand as if taking heaven to witness that his statement was final. "Not a sou more! Not a sou less! Fifty thousand is the price: fifty thousand!" Henri de Loubersac hesitated a second, then concluded the interview. "Agreed to!... Be quick about it!... Adieu!" "Nichoune!... Nichoune!... Nichoune!" "Be off with you, Léonce! To the door!" It was a regular hubbub! An uproar!
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!
I know for certain that he saw Nichoune the evening before her death: he was even the last person known to have spoken to the singer. I know that he then left Châlons, and has not returned there!... I know that he was on good terms with very shady people, some of whom are suspected of spying; and all that."...
Word Of The Day
Others Looking