A Nest of Spies: Fantômas Saga. Marcel Allain

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       Pierre Souvestre & Marcel Allain

      A Nest of Spies: Fantômas Saga

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      2018 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-4631-1

Table of Contents

       I SUDDEN DEATH

       II DOCUMENT NUMBER SIX

       III BARON NAARBOVECK'S HOUSE

       IV A CORDIAL RECEPTION

       V THEY ARE NOT AGREED

       VI CORPORAL VINSON

       VII THE SECOND BUREAU

       VIII A SINGER OF THE HALLS

       IX WITH THE UNDER-SECRETARY OF STATE

       X AUNT PALMYRA

       XI THE HOODED CLOAK OF FANTÔMAS

       XII A TRICK ACCORDING TO FANDOR

       XIII JUVE'S STRATAGEM

       XIV BEFORE A TOMB

       XV THE TRAITOR'S APPRENTICESHIP

       XVI AT THE ELYSÉE BALL

       XVII IN THE STRONGHOLD OF THE ENEMY

       XVIII IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!

       XIX THE MYSTERIOUS ABBÉ

       XX MAN OR WOMAN

       XXI A CORDIAL UNDERSTANDING

       XXII HAVE THEY BOLTED?

       XXIII LONDON AND PARIS

       XXIV AN APPETISER AT ROBERT'S BAR

       XXV THE ARREST

       XXVI WILHELMINE'S SECRET

       XXVII THE TWO VINSONS

       XXVIII AT "THE CRYING CALF"

       XXIX I AM TROKOFF

       XXX APPALLING ACCUSATIONS

       XXXI A CARAVAN DRAMA

       XXXII FREE AND PRISONER

       XXXIII RECONCILIATION

       XXXIV A FANTÔMAS TRICK

       XXXV AT THE COUNCIL OF WAR

       XXXVI AMBASSADOR!... ?...

      I

       SUDDEN DEATH

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      She sought in vain!

      The young woman, who was finishing her toilette, lost patience. With a look of annoyance she half turned round, crying, "Well, Captain, it is easy to see that you are not accustomed to women's ways!"

      This pretty girl's lover, a man about forty, with an energetic countenance, and a broad forehead adorned with sparse locks, was smoking a Turkish cigarette, taking his ease on a divan at the far end of the room.

      He jumped up as if moved by a spring.

      For some time the captain had followed with his eyes the gestures of his graceful mistress; like a good and attentive lover he guessed what she required. He rushed into the adjoining dressing-room and returned with a little onyx cup in which was a complete assortment of pins.

      "There, my pretty Bobinette!" he cried, coming up to the young woman. "This will put me into your good graces again."

      She thanked him with a smile; took the needed pins from the cup, and quietly finished dressing.

      Bobinette was a red-haired beauty.

      The thick braids of her abundant tresses, with their natural waves and curls, fell to where the lines of neck and shoulders meet, their tawny hues enhancing the milky whiteness of her plump flesh. This young creature was of the true Rubens type.

      It was half past three in the afternoon of a dull November day. A kind of twilight was darkening the ground floor flat in the quiet rue de Lille, where the two lovers were together.

      For some months now Captain Brocq had been on intimate terms with this intoxicating young person, who answered to the nickname "Bobinette." Her features, though irregular, were pleasing. Sprung from the people, Bobinette had tried to remedy this by becoming a past mistress of postures, of attitudes. Like others of her kind, from her very childhood she had learned to adapt herself to whatever company she was in, picking up almost intuitively those shades of taste, of tact, which can transform the most unconsidered daughter of the people into the most fastidious of Parisiennes.

      It