"A good deal has happened since the death of Captain Brocq"s mistress."
Juve-Vagualame remarked.
"Is Captain Brocq"s mistress dead, too?... Poor girl!"
De Loubersac stared hard at the accordion player.
"Oh come now, Vagualame! Where are your wits--wool-gathering?"
"Wits wool-gathering, lieutenant!" echoed Juve-Vagualame.
"There is no lieutenant, I tell you!" cried de Loubersac, with a stamp of his foot. "It is Monsieur Henri--just Henri, if you like. How many more times am I to tell you this?"
Juve-Vagualame"s reply was an equivocal gesture.
"You do not know about the Chalons affair--the a.s.sa.s.sination of the singer, Nichoune?"
"No--that is to say."...
"Well, then?" De Loubersac was staring at Vagualame with puzzled eyes.
"Well, then--as to that--no!... I had better hold my tongue."
"Speak out!" commanded de Loubersac.
"No," growled Juve-Vagualame.
"I order you to do so."
"Well, then," conceded Juve-Vagualame, "since you must know what I think, I consider Nichoune was in no sense the mistress of Captain Brocq."
"They found letters from Captain Brocq on her." De Loubersac"s laugh had a sneer in it.
"Bah!" said the old accordion player, punctuating his remark with some piercing sounds from his ancient instrument of discordant music. "It was a got-up business!"
"What is that you say?" objected de Loubersac. After a moment"s reflection he added:
"But of course, you must know more about it than anyone, Vagualame, because you saw her just before the end. Didn"t you have a talk with Nichoune on the Friday, the eve of her death?"
Juve-Vagualame was about to speak. De Loubersac added:
"The innkeeper saw you!"
"Did he now? What is this?" thought Juve. This statement opened up a fresh view of things.
De Loubersac did not give him time for reflection.
"Who, then, do you think killed Nichoune?"
Juve would not for the world voice his suspicions just then. With a side-glance at the lieutenant, he remarked:
"Faith, what I am inclined to think is, that the guilty person is that Aunt Palmyra."
"Aunt Palmyra!" repeated de Loubersac. "Decidedly my poor Vagualame, you are stupid as an owl to-day! Well, there is no harm in telling you this--Aunt Palmyra was one of my colleagues!"
"I suspected as much," thought Juve, "but I wanted him to confirm it."
De Loubersac was again the questioner.
"Vagualame! You spoke just now of Brocq"s mistress: if, as you seem to think, Nichoune had no such relation with the captain, where are we to look for his mistress?"
"Hah!... Look in another direction ... among his friends ... in the great world ... the diplomatic set, for preference ... Think of those in the de Naarboveck circle."...
"Look out, Vagualame!" exclaimed de Loubersac. "Weigh your words well!"
"Do not be afraid, lieu ... pardon--Monsieur Henri!"
"Perhaps you think it is Bobinette?" queried de Loubersac.
"No."
"Who then?"
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. "If I were not Vagualame, I should know how to answer him," he muttered. "As it is!"...
Juve rose, stumbling and staggering like a badly shaken old man, and leaned against the hand railing of the steps.
Meanwhile de Loubersac was walking up and down, talking aloud, in a state of extreme agitation.
"Disgusting creatures!... Low-minded wretches!... Degrading occupation!... They respect nothing, and no one!... Insinuating such abominations!... Wilhelmine de Naarboveck the mistress of Brocq!...
How vile!... Loathsome creatures!"
It was now obvious to the alert Juve, who drank in every word, each gesture of de Loubersac"s that the enraged lieutenant adored Wilhelmine ... no doubt on that score!
When de Loubersac had calmed down somewhat, Juve cried softly:
"Oh, Monsieur Henri!"...
Roused from his reflections, de Loubersac shouted:
"Hold your tongue, you sicken me!"
"But," insisted Juve-Vagualame, "I have only done my duty. If I spoke as I did, it was because my conscience."...