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"This old ruffian, after lingering about a few minutes to assure himself that he was not being followed we managed to conceal ourselves sufficiently behind the trees Vagualame effected a most suspicious entry into your house, Monsieur. He climbed the wall with the help of a gutter-pipe, and entered the house through a half-opened window on the third floor!
"Possibly I have reason for it, a plan you know nothing about, Bobinette!... But, let us return to the false Vagualame. How was it you did not detect the fraud, if only by the voice?... How is it you have not guessed the truth since?... When you received my telegram at Rouen it should have been as clear as daylight to you!... Eh!" Bobinette kept silence.
She heard a mocking voice, harsh, imperious, a menacing voice, a voice whose orders she had obeyed many a time and oft, a voice she had never heard without secret terror, the voice of her master Vagualame! "Go forward, you fool! Why do you halt?" As though galvanised, Bobinette with a supreme effort of will obeyed. A few seconds and she was by the side of Vagualame, who had come to meet her.
There is no lieutenant here I am M. Henri, and nothing else! Do I trouble myself to find out who you are, Vagualame?" "Oh," protested the old man, "that's enough! Do not be afraid, I understand my business: you know my devotion! Unfortunately it costs a great deal!" "Yes," replied Henri de Loubersac for he it was "Yes, I know you are always hard up." "Shall I have money soon?" insisted Vagualame.
Why did the corporal, who, up to this, had spoken so freely, now feign ignorance of the gun piece affair?... Well, he would find out his prisoner's reasons presently.... Not wishing to scare him, Juve changed the subject.... He had any number of questions to ask the culprit. Did he not know Vagualame, the real Vagualame?
"You do not understand me! You are afraid?... Ah! If you are afraid it is because you understand well enough!... Bobinette! You know well enough what I have to reproach you with!... What I have to force you to expiate!"... A hoarse cry escaped the girl's parched lips: "You are mad, mad, Vagualame!... Pity!... Pity!"
In spite of her familiar address, Juve noticed the touch of respect in Bobinette's voice Vagualame played the part of master to this red-haired girl. "What a long time it is since one had the pleasure of seeing you, my dear Monsieur Vagualame!" There was a touch of malicious irony in Bobinette's tone. Juve-Vagualame nodded.
Five days hence, disguised as a gipsy, you are to be on the road from Sceaux to Versailles, at eleven o'clock at night, by the first milestone on the left side after the aeroplane garage.... You have followed me?" Bobinette was trembling. "Disguised as a gipsy, Vagualame? Why?" "That is no concern of yours!... You have only to do as I tell you. I give orders, but not explanations!"
That's all about it!" It was impossible to mistake the meaning of these decisive words. Here was not the spy who sought to increase his pay by threatening to reveal everything; it was the spy who is obsessed with the fear of being taken, who no longer wishes to continue his dreadful work to follow his nefarious calling. Vagualame gave no sign of surprise. "Listen, my pretty one!
He said to himself: "Only let the police paralyse the action of the Second Bureau agent, old Vagualame, and I, the false Corporal Vinson, will be all the more free to act." "You have serious circumstantial evidence against this person?" Fandor asked with a grave face. "Very serious.
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