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Updated: May 19, 2025
"What do you mean to imply by that?" demanded Fandor. "Have they not given you money?" "No!" "Think carefully, and be frank!" Fandor ransacked his memory.... Ah!... What of that interview in the printing works of the Noret brothers? Would it be best in accordance with his aims to deny it?
He attempted to keep calm and cool, but he had lost grip of himself.... He stammered, he mumbled confusedly, justifications, excuses, charging the Noret brothers with having given him those terrible bank-notes. Dumoulin, on his side, was convinced that his examination had made an immense step in the right direction.
"There goes the chief spy!" thought Fandor. "Never set eyes on the fellow before, nor heard his voice, either! Now, whom shall I meet to-night at this cursed rendezvous, and what is the business? Some traitorous deviltry, of course!" It was striking seven when Fandor presented himself at the Noret printing works. He rang: he was admitted, and shown into a waiting-room.
Fandor was thunderstruck.... Everything seemed in league against him.... Oh, he was caught like a mouse in a trap!... These must be the notes that the red-bearded man probably one of the Noret brothers had slipped into his hand!... Evidently, from the time of his leaving Paris in Corporal Vinson's uniform, the traitorous gang he meant to expose had known him for what he was!
"You have friends in Verdun, sir?" asked Fandor in his turn. "I know a few people: so does the abbé who accompanies me. I have it!... an idea ... Corporal, come at six o'clock this evening ... no, seven o'clock, and very punctually, and ask for me at the printing office of the Noret Brothers. They are real good fellows! You will find some youngsters of your own age there.
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