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Updated: June 26, 2025
"I am thinking how pretty you are!" "Well, I never! You are becoming quite complimentary!" "It's no flattery. I think you are very pretty, Nichoune, but your hands! They are not pretty!" The singer laughed and held out her little hands. "What is there about them you have to find fault with?"
"Tell me how you knew for certain that Nichoune had received a visit from Vagualame!" "For some time past, Colonel, Vagualame has been under the eye of the officer charged with the supervision of our spies, de Loreuil. Under the guise of Aunt Palmyra he discovered that Nichoune had been murdered. This was the morning after her interview with Vagualame.
As he made his way home on foot, he asked himself: "What are they looking for?" The military authorities, represented by the Second Bureau, want to recover a stolen document.... The civil authority, represented by Police Headquarters, wish to discover a murderer guilty of two crimes: the murder of Brocq the murder of Nichoune.
An accomplice, during this time, or some hours before it matters little had stolen the document the Ministry are looking for.... Brocq knew Corporal Vinson ... you are aware of that, Fandor?" "Yes, yes! Please continue!" "Good. Vinson had the murdered Nichoune as his mistress.... Do you not think the link between these two names is evident?... Brocq and Nichoune have died by the same hand."...
Enlightenment came through Vagualame's telegram. She only then realised that the traitor Vinson and the soldier in her company were two distinct persons. "And," cried she, "who killed the real Corporal Vinson but a few days ago in the rue du Cherche-Midi? I know. It was the murderer of Captain Brocq, the murderer of the singer, Nichoune it was Vagualame ... Vagualame!"
"I have just met him.... He told me that he had not come across you at the usual meeting-place." Nichoune lowered her head. "I thought I was being followed ... so, as you can understand, I did not go." Vagualame nodded approval. "Good! Quite right! After all, it is not otherwise of importance. You must give me back my envelope now!" "You want it?" "Why, of course!" Nichoune hesitated a second.
"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.
Nichoune is the mistress of Corporal V. he is on leave, the corporal is."... "I know, he is in Paris." "Well, then, what do you wish me to do?" "You must go to Châlons and make an exhaustive enquiry into the relations of V.... with Nichoune. V. was eaten up with debts." "He has settled them," remarked Vagualame. "Ah!" Lieutenant de Loubersac was rather taken aback. "Well, find out how and why.
"Nichoune!... Nichoune!... Nichoune!" Nichoune was indeed the star of the company! She was rather pretty, her face was intelligent, and what was rare enough in that hall, her tone was almost pure and true, and, above all, she sang popular ditties so that the audience could join in the chorus. As usual, after every singer, male or female, there were loud demands for Nichoune.
"It's like this! You stick a nail into the wall ... and then you manage things so that you keep your hands up-raised the whole night through.... You will see then ... your hands will be as white as lilies in the morning.... White as lilies!" Nichoune was extremely interested. "Is that true? I shall try it this very night!
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