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Updated: June 26, 2025
The examining magistrate shook his head. "I cannot tell you much, for the good reason that this affair is as mysterious as can be, and is giving me no end of trouble.... You knew Nichoune, Fandor?" "Yes and no.... I would give a good deal, though, to know who her murderer is!" "I also," said Bonnet, smiling.
Why, in Heaven's name, are you always so frightened?" "That's all very well. It's jolly dangerous, let me tell you." "Dangerous!" repeated Vagualame contemptuously. "Absurd! You are joking! It's dangerous for imbeciles not for anyone else! Not a soul would ever suspect that pretty Nichoune is the 'letter-box' the intermediary between me and 'Roubaix."
It would end a bothersome affair, and would open the eyes of Colonel Hofferman who must be a hundred leagues from imagining that Vagualame is the murderer of Captain Brocq and Nichoune." On this Fandor and Monsieur Havard parted.
"You are going to give me something for Roubaix again?" Nichoune did not look as if Vagualame's assertion had relieved her fears. Vagualame evaded a direct answer. "You have not seen him for a week?" "Roubaix? No."... "And Nancy?" "Nor Nancy." "Well," said he, after a moment's reflection, "that does not matter in the least!
Towards five o'clock in the afternoon of the day following his private talk with Nichoune, Vagualame accosted the proprietor of a little inn situated at the extreme end of the town, and far removed from the tavern where he had passed the night. "Mademoiselle Nichoune is not in, is she?" "No, my good man what do you want with her?" Vagualame gave a little laugh.
Nichoune held out her hand, but it was with an ill grace. "Oh, all right!" said she. "Give me the thing! All the same, you know now that it is the very last time you are to apply to me!"
Nichoune swaggered down the stage and, planting herself close to the footlights, flung the title of her song at the delighted audience in strident tones. "Les Inquiets!... Music by Delmet.... Words also.... It is I who sing it!" Whilst Nichoune began her song, hands on hips, she scrutinised her audience, bestowing little smiles on her particular admirers.
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