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Updated: June 20, 2025
Here is this Vagualame at Fandor's!... It's significant!... and then?... No, there's no doubt about it! This beard is false! That moustache is artificial!... This individual is made up!"
What was going on behind this tricky collection of magazines, which had undoubtedly just opened to give passage to Vagualame and Bobinette? Juve glued his ear to the fissure which marked the edge of the hidden door.... Ah!... Voices of men in discussion!... Juve could not distinguish all that the voices were saying, but a word reached his ear, clear, unmistakable Fantômas! He listened intently.
Bobinette was working herself up to a paroxysm of exasperation, shouting out her revelations like an apostle who means to convince, shouting his convictions as a martyr might at the worst moment of her anguish. "Vagualame?
You know that the police are now searching the shop overhead: it is a serious moment!" One of the Nihilists stepped forward. "We know it, Trokoff! Our brother, Vagualame, accompanied by a young disciple, came to warn us but a minute ago. Be assured, brother!
Juve's conviction was that this old Vagualame, secret agent of the Second Bureau, murderer of Captain Brocq, the Vagualame he had encountered at Fandor's flat, could only be a young man in the flower of his age could be none other than Fantômas. Juve was about to put more questions to Bobinette, but two figures came into view, and they were nearing the avenue Rachel.
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."
In her tormented brain those three syllables of sinister intent were sounding like a funeral knell.... At thought of Fantômas and Vagualame co-mingled, Bobinette's terror-filled heart fainted within her. Yet, prey to haunting terrors as she was, Bobinette pressed unfalteringly forward towards what Fate held for her. One reassuring thought came to hearten her.
"If only Michel does not allow this arch-bandit to slip through his fingers!" reflected Juve, as he listened with unmoved countenance to these remarkable statements. Before the Nihilist could say more, Juve made a declaration: "Vagualame deceives himself, brother.
Vagualame's arrest had made a terrible impression on her.... Vagualame had not betrayed her; but she sensed snares, pitfalls all about her: she might be trapped any minute: she must disappear!
I can now tell you that Belfort will certainly pass this way to-morrow morning."... "Belfort? But he is not due then!" "Belfort has no fixed time," replied Vagualame sharply. "I have already told you that Belfort is his own master: his is a divisional." "A divisional? What exactly is a divisional?" demanded the singer. "Now you are asking questions," objected Vagualame. His tone was harsh.
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