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Updated: June 7, 2025
"Have you forgotten that you told me how you had assassinated Captain Brocq?" "That is ancient history," muttered Juve, "... and I am not afraid of anyone.... Besides ... did I tell you that now?" he hinted, with the hope of obtaining further details. But Bobinette seemed to think she had had enough of the subject. She laughed. "What a way of walking you have!" she exclaimed.
But I do not see what you are driving at." "At this," replied the detective. "Captain Brocq's mistress must be looked for, not among women of the lower orders, but among those of a higher class, who are more outwardly correct, at any rate, more women of the world. Among those with whom Brocq was on friendly terms, was the family of an old diplomat of Austrian extraction, a Monsieur de Naarboveck.
His thoughts were of Jeanne Le Brocq, his co-worker at Bredin's, and a little cigar shop down Brixton way which he knew was in the market at a reasonable rate. To marry the former and own the latter was Paul's idea of the earthly paradise, and it was the wealthy connoisseur, and he alone, who could open the gates. Jeanne was a large, slow-moving Norman girl, stolidly handsome.
The captain drew nearer his mistress and brushed her lips with his moustache. Bobinette drew back, got up from the divan, stood in front of her lover, erect, arms crossed, her look sullen: "No, I tell you, I wish to be free, my own mistress."... Brocq grew impatient: "But in spite of your ideas of independence, my poor darling, you are always in a state of servitude!
"You had better let me see the body of this poor fellow." "Certainly!"... The superintendent led Juve towards one of the rooms, where the corpse of Captain Brocq was: it had been laid down on the floor.
Intimate letters lying about like this! No, decidedly!"... Brocq put her right. "No, no, my pet! Your precious letters are most carefully preserved by me put together see there they are there are not many of them but not one is missing!" "You are sure of that?" "I swear it." Bobinette reflected.
It is precisely because I had this information, and was able to get a fair knowledge of the terrible secrets existing in this dark Government department, that I am in a position now to ascribe the Brocq affair to the action of some group of spies." "Your hobby again, Fandor! The assassination of the captain has occurred under such circumstances that it can only be imputed to Fantômas.
Suddenly Juve threw himself back in his chair: the detective laughed aloud, a burst of ironic laughter. "My dear boy," said he, "do not be angry with me." "What nonsense, Juve You know very well that I would not be that!" "Well, my dear Fandor, you see in the assassination of Captain Brocq an affair of spying because you have had your hobby for some time past the hobby of spying." Fandor smiled.
I had my suspicions, fortunately!... Then this cursed captain threw himself into a taxi and followed you.... At the moment when your own auto turned on the Place de l'Étoile, his was going to meet it! Brocq was already hailing you, and you would have been caught without a doubt had I not come to the rescue." "Great Heavens! What have you done?" "I have just told you. Clic-clac!
Brocq now got in a word: "In the first place," he observed, "as regards the dowry, you know very well, my pretty Bobinette, that I have already taken steps about it, on your behalf now don't protest! It gives me pleasure to make your future safe, as far as I can: a modest competence. On the other hand, I am not a society man, and if you wish it."...
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