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A shrill-sounding bell warned spectators that the interval was over. Juve-Vagualame returned to his seat. He was saying to himself: "I must know exactly what Vinson is coming to Paris for." After several attempts, he drew an important statement from Bobinette. He played the part of sceptic.
Too well he understood the part this perverse creature had been playing! Now he could account for their meeting in this train coming from Rouen!... She had recently associated with Corporal Vinson as a priest. She had seen him off, no doubt, and, anxious to rid herself of her ecclesiastical exterior as quickly as might be, she had slipped on a dress over her ecclesiastical garment.
Traitor and spy as he was, Vinson had given his word of honour, and this journalist had been kind to him in return, had given him a chance to escape and start afresh: not for anything in the world would he have betrayed his oath! Juve was a hundred leagues from suspecting the substitution which had taken place between Vinson and Fandor.
Anxious questionings tormented them. The fugitives were long in coming: had they got wind of what was afoot? Had Vinson and the priest been warned that detectives were hot on their trail? If so, it was all up with the arrest! De Loubersac remained on the watch. Juve returned to the police station. He was crossing the threshold when the telephone shrilled. News from the police sergeant at Rouen!
If they succeeded, and if we had Kieran still intact in space " "Oh, hell, that's just a scientific pipe-dream, they'll never find a way to do that," Meloni said. "It's all just theory." "Yes, sir," said Vinson, hanging his head. "We've got trouble enough here without you bringing up ideas like this," the captain continued angrily. "Get out of here." Vinson was now completely crushed. "Yes, sir.
Dumoulin solemnly opened the voluminous bundle of papers set before him, looked through the documents, affecting not to see the prisoner stationed before him.... Ready at length to begin the interrogation, the commandant raised his head, straightened himself, and ordered: "Approach!" The prisoner, a warder on each side of him, took a step forward. "You are truly Corporal Vinson?"
"Ah!" murmured he, while tears rolled down his cheeks, "Cursed be the day when I first agreed to enter into relations with the band of criminals who have made of me what I am to-day!" Vinson gave Juve a full account of his temptation, his errors; nevertheless he did not tell the detective of his relations with Jérôme Fandor. Had he not promised absolute secrecy?
He stated that he was called Corporal Vinson, and informed me that he had become part and parcel of the spy system; that he regretted it, and, not being able to extricate himself, he was going to commit suicide.... Desiring to give this unfortunate a chance of rehabilitating himself, desiring also to come to close quarters with this gang of spies, I decided to assume his personality, and take advantage of his entrance into a regiment where he was not known, and to go there in his place.
The light fell on his face, and it was easy to recognise the man who had spoken to the mistress of Corporal Vinson: he was none other than Vagualame, the beggar-assassin. Before long there was a knock at the door. "Who is there?" "I ... Nichoune!" Vagualame rose and opened to her. "Come in, my dear!" Vagualame was now the amiable friend.
"Corporal Vinson taken refuge in London recognised and identified by me this morning at four o'clock when leaving Victoria Station. I followed him and know where he is. What to be done next? Awaiting your orders." Juve wondered whether he was on his head or his heels. Vinson in London! Left Victoria Station this morning! What did it mean? "The wire is precise in its details.
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