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Juve shot his answer at the lieutenant, like a stone from a catapult. "Wilhelmine de Naarboveck!" A shout of indignant protest burst from de Loubersac. He could not contain his fury: he kicked the supposed Vagualame with such force that he sent him rolling in the greasy mud of the Seine bank. "Beast!" growled Juve, as he picked himself up.
"Is that species of giant your brother?" he asked. Bobinette nodded. "You are free, then?" she asked, breathing hard. "It looks like it!" "Who released you?" "Let us hurry!" said Vagualame: "Let us seek shelter." "Where?" "You will see with friends." What did it matter to Bobinette where they were going while strange doubts and horrid fears filled her mind? "Who released you?"
"I shall get him!" thought Juve: "In the street the people will lend me a helping hand!" Vagualame fled through the doorway: in passing, he seized the massive door and pulled it to with a resounding bang.... Juve, borne forward by the impetus of his dashing pursuit, staggered backwards and rolled to the ground.... Instantly Juve sprang to the porter's lodge and demanded the string!
Before Bobinette could interrupt, Vagualame continued: "Tell me, do you know of anything more wicked, more contemptible, more vile, more shameful than treachery, than betrayal, than a trap set, a snare laid to catch one who has always been your friend, your defender?... Tell me, Bobinette, who is more hateful than the Judas who sells you with a kiss?... Tell me, Bobinette, who is less worthy of pity than the cowardly criminal who betrays his accomplice?... Than the bandit who delivers up his chief for money, perhaps for less than money because of fear who betrays his master to save his own skin?"...
"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.
"You saw Vagualame!" exclaimed the baron, with the amazed, incredulous look of a man who finds himself suddenly faced by a set of lunatics. "But it's it is ..." he gasped. "It is so, Monsieur," asserted Inspector Michel.
You are an imbecile!" Bobinette stopped. "But then ... if a detective made himself up to resemble you, it means they know you are guilty! It means they are after you! Why, it's a mad thing you are doing, coming to meet me in that rig out! Why have you not disguised yourself?" Vagualame smiled.
He must learn more of Bobinette's relations with Fantômas, whom she apparently knew only under the guise of Vagualame. Juve had made himself up so carefully that he felt confident even the bandit's intimates would not suspect they had to do with a police officer. Its quality was soon proved: Bobinette came towards him with not a sign of uneasiness. "There you are, then!" she cried.
With that, Vagualame held out his hand to his colleague, Juve! It was done with an unmistakable air of constraint. It really seemed as if Juve had been awaiting this very action; for, at the precise moment Vagualame held out his hand, the detective extended his, and prolonged the hand-clasp as if he never meant to let go a regular hand-grip! Juve was thinking hard. "Vagualame!
That he should dare to accost him without observing the customary precautions hail him by his style and title in a most public thoroughfare -should so imprudently compromise himself and an attaché of the Second Bureau! Well, he knew how to attack informers and such gentry in their most vulnerable spot their purse; hence the fine of five hundred francs he had imposed on Vagualame!
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