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NO FIRE WITHOUT Fumerol (Chapters 21-28)
Chapter 21: Secrets of ... Philippe Tamburini
- Come on, just five euros is a gift!
- socks for winter, five pairs for ten euros. Tell me that it is given! And for you ladies, five stickers for the same price with a string free if you take two lots.
Friday morning. Jean-Pierre and Philippe Mourlon Tamburini wander through the market Decize. The fog has just risen and a pale sun illuminates the Halles. Both men remained in town after the funeral of their friend. Mourlon was responsible for the inventory of books and papers of the scholar and the family, scattered on almost every continent, trusted him after reading a letter which had Agnan Fumerol appointed as executor "if where ... "The" case "unfortunately happened last Monday at 16 am 54 or 55, on stage at the Festival Hall of Decize. Jean-Pierre
Mourlon was therefore installed in the remains of the scholar. The neighbor lady Trottemenu Prudence must warm him twice a day with meals catered by the district. Browse, sort, classify, index of thousands of books, notes and folders: it will certainly be until June. Besides two trunks stuffed with postcards and letters that he will also read ... The task is immense. However, Mourlon accepted without hesitation. It al'intime conviction that in this pile of papers is the index. Yes, the clue that will lead sooner or later the murderer of Agnan Fumerol. And the police have neither the time nor the means to discover if only the shadow of the trace of the look ... the index. As for Philippe
Tamburini, he decided to spend another week in the Nivernais, to visit the verdant countryside and friendly towns. This is only the third time he sets foot in a territory of the "Great Northern" he hateful memories of his military service at a training Commercy and that the direction of his bank imposed in Rillieux- la-Pape, a suburb of Lyon, usually when he goes on vacation, it does not exceed Valencia, for fear of finding a climate too harsh and being lost in the midst of hostile populations. But the "green country to Whitewater" was conquered. He plans a trip to Mount Beuvray and Chateau-Chinon, in spite of ice, and a tour of the cellars of Pouilly-sur-Loire.
Yesterday evening the two men reported Nevers, with solemnity and emotion, the urn containing the ashes of Agnan Fumerol, which must be sealed in the wall of his garden.
"Dance a jig Auvergne! Dance a jig
mountains! Dance a jig
Auvergne! Dance a jig
Alumni!
Fouchtri! Fouchtra!
Dance a jig! "The speaker
a Tapes and C.-D. booth is just up to their ears and play songs that come from a hit parade of homes. Philippe Tamburini, accustomed paghjella and Corsican polyphony, clogging the left ear of the index, his right ear is naturally dull after onanists practices of his childhood.
- And you, what do you think of this murder? In my humble opinion, Agnan started into trouble ...
- How? Into trouble ... What are you talking about, Philou?
- Ah yes, I hesitated to tell you. And especially not a word to the cops. But it is because of the van to Dede ...
- Dede? Which?
- Dede Parlaveloci.
- Dede Parlaveloci?
- Yes, Dede Parlaveloci u Nostru Dede, Dede Parlaveloci chi canta a ... rossignolu cume.
- Yes, I see. Parlaveloci. What relationship with Agnan?
- Do you remember the Christmas Eve, he wonders. He gave the reply to Charley.
- And tell me then, because then I'm not at all j'te.
- Eh bé, Dede has purchased a van nine last summer. A Peugeot Partner diesel, I think. No, a Boxer, ah, those English names, j'm'y me lose it ...
that ... - And then?
- No, I can not tell you that here in the street. Agnan made me promise secrecy.
- Agnan But is not there and maybe your story will make us understand why it is ...
- Not a word. It is a matter which must remain secret. In the old days, people said: do not even trust your shirt. A da ti fida mancu to camisgiotu.
Chapter 22: An affair of state.
- Head, a communication for you. Paris. The commissioner Champignac ...
- You mean CHAMPAGNOLE. Swing on my post. I take. The
gendarmette DeBeers beautiful this morning. The new uniform mold her curves nicely. Chief Warrant Officer Caillac is all excited.
- Hello, here Caillac, police Decize.
- Oh, hello dear colleague. I want to break the news before the official proceedings. We will return to Decize ... Yes, the case Fumerol ... You know we were negotiating with him to develop a method of coding. A major contract for the service. But fate would have it ... And yet you do nothing?
- If we have two tracks, but I think I am not authorized ...
- Inquiry rightfully ours. The minister contacted last night the prosecutor Nevers. A team of the National Police who will conduct the investigation now. You send us your clues ...
- Oh, I doubt that the Force dropped in so good way ... We also have support, the colonel was a cousin of MMA!
- You will inherit the property that Fumerol. Anyway, I arrive tomorrow with my team. To seal our future collaboration, I invite you to The Nibbles, you know, this little greasy spoon where we tasted the fried Loire last summer ... Oh, by the way, I will not with me early Carole. She who has a crush on Fumerol, from what I understand. I preferred to stay away and then I did not need to tell him the news, she was thrown from a horse, she has his wrist in a cast, she spent weeks in rehabilitation at Neuilly ...
Caillac is furious. This Champagnole pretentious, with its Scientific Police and all its trimmings! After all, he is doing! Because the investigation is far from clear and the two tracks that CWO has proudly announced that exist in his imagination. No way to draw the nose of the novelist. And the cake is this farce ...
pompom - Chief Plenty is calling! He is struggling at the Centre Socio-Cul ...
- Spend it quickly! Ah, that one, he will still win the jackpot! Yes ... It CWO Caillac, of course ... This is not the Pope ... What happens to you, my boy? Hostage ... ... You do not care for my ... Attached to the radiator ... Who? ... The director and his girlfriend? Hold on, I'm coming.
Five minutes later, two policemen and Caillac discover the disaster. Socio-Cultural Centre is devastated, as if a hurricane had passed through the neighborhood. The doors are dégondées, boards piled in the hallways, windows no longer a single tile intact, several tables were broken, documents, leaflets, cartons are strewn on the floor. Two secretaries sobbing in a corner. Director Michel Guyard is scarlet and flickers:
- It's Pe-Pe-Peltard. It is now de-fffou. He claims zinzin-zindemnités. Her troupe has not been played-play ... It is there-there-up there ...
Caillac drew his Manurhin and progressing cautiously up the stairs. " This is not the time to commit a blunder, "he said. Especially do not give Champagnole another reason to triumph. In contrast, a rapid arrest of the gunman and a hostage release, this may be the opportunity to spend a lieutenant in the year. "
the first floor, not a hurricane but a cyclone. The plasterboard walls are shattered, computers are parts of the copier escape flattened hundreds of blank sheets. Cries of rhino in heat can be heard on the side of the toilet "Provided it does not damage the little too! "
The first obstacle that hinders the progress of the policeman is the actress Marisa Albertos, the favorite of the director. Since the landing, she sends Caillac on a whole bunch of bottles of Heineken (the reserve's personal manager), and Orangina Ice-Tea (the drink of ordinary employees). CWO, despite some injuries to his right eyelid and abdomen, manages to take head on the fury who let fly a violent kick in the shins, snatched his revolver and viciously claw at chin . That's when Caillac comes to "phase 2". He was twice champion of karate Tarn-et-Garonne in his youth. An energetic atemi under the glottis and the actress collapsed. Seizing by his ponytail, Caillac the drags on the stairs, leaving the passage. And what does he see the end of the ponytail? He sees, he sees, he sees ... a pompom.
"Lenoir was right. How he guessed, the guy? "This is indeed the pompom pompom missing the stage curtain. A bobble wool green braided over half its length and flare around a button tin that holds within it the letters VD, City ... Decize
Moving forward, Chief Warrant Officer through the corridor. A quick shoulder in the door of the toilet and he finds himself face to face with Robert Peltard unleashed. Behind the director, sitting on the seat, tied up by an electric cable, Constable Cocagne yells
- Bravo, Chef! No gift especially! He slaps me ... flanked
Caillac did not need encouragement. In a masterful jack-Yo Koshio he returned Peltard, passes it behind the toilet, knocks on the tank flushing. He frees his deputy and sighs
- Well, my little, we can not say, you're the king well, you! On the throne!
- No, I swear it's not me ...
- is not you who stole the cake?
- The pompom agree, but not Fumerol.
- Come on, give him another signal ...
Caillac turns to the policeman who Lecogneur, his hairy paw, flanked by a resounding wallop to Marisa. The actress is most proud now, faced with these two brutes ...
- No! I tell qu'c'est not me!
- Explain to us how you stole the cake.
- Roro I told I was going to pee and I went backstage ...
- You tell tall tales. The toilets of the village hall are at the other end ... And behind the scenes, you took a blowpipe and thump, a small dart on Fumerol ...
- I do not know of what you mean. I just cut the cake with my scissors.
- Ah, you had some scissors ...
- was an accessory part. In my role, the mother brought scissors to kill the marquis.
- You see that you wanted to kill!
- But it was in the room, read the text if you want ... Ouch!
A new cap comes the call to order.
- And when thou hast cut this pompom?
- I dunno, I have not a watch when I'm in costume ... Wait, it was when the Marquis, Agnan Fumerol, shouting "out rascals out louts out pedants, outdoors, outside ..."
An hour interrogation enough, the judge will do the rest, if necessary. Or Marisa is naive, or it was reckless. Why make a scandal at the Social Center, where she is guilty?
Chapter 23: Back in Corsica.
- Jean-Pierre O, are you listening?
- Sure ... I've waited long enough ... your secret
- So here it happened last August 8. In addition to his talents singer, Dede is an electrician, as you know, and Agnan had entrusted the work when he began to rebuild his villa of Mariana-Plage. That day, Dede had come for a first estimate, it was agreed that it was a picnic with us in the garden. He could not, it was the fourth drink and went off the Agnan lonzu and coppa. Deli top quality home in Vescovato Orsini, y'know Orsoni, great dry? Yes, the bowler ... So that we Dede phone. He could not come, there were problems with the CRS was believed that his papers were not in order, but it was something else ...
- Drrring, dring! "Wait
Philou, I reckon qu'c'est my phone ... Hello, yes ... No, not Albert. You're mistaken, ma'am ... But no, there is no Albert here ...
Jean-Pierre Mourlon shrugs.
- It's still that old witch ... I dunno why she persecutes me like that ... And so far! And on my new laptop!
- Jean-Pierre O, are you listening?
- Yes, Albert has been arrested by riot police ...
- No Albert, Dede! Back on Earth, Jean-Pierre!
- Come for Dede. So what they wanted him, CRS?
- Nothing. And that's it is most bizarre. The morning about half past seven, Dede had charged oxygen tanks on the port of Bastia, and since then the police followed him everywhere and routinely monitored. At each roundabout. Since Furiani, the two motorcyclists sped permanently. He had managed to call from the toilets of a garage.
- Is that all? A trivial mistake ... Unless the friend of Dede has dealings with the Nationalists ...
- perhaps his son or his redneck Ceccu, but not him. Wait, it's worth following. In the afternoon, we were out fishing on the small boat of my sister Santa. Now the phone rings off ... About I think that yours is ringing again ... You should unplug it ... if you want to hear the whole story ...
- Yes, hello ma'am! Want to talk to ... ... But Jerome Jerome is not here! Not more than that of Albert Jerome ... No, ma'am ... I tell you my name is not Jerome ... It is certainly a mistake ... bye, madam!
Jean-Pierre Mourlon exasperated violently throws her mobile phone against a table. The machine is dismantled. Tamburini Philip continues:
- Then Dede reminded us. He was anxious. He first apologized for missing our appointment, but he had an urgent project in Corte ... and still the cops on their tail. You know there is virtually no parking at Corte, he parked his van in front of the marquee of the Grand National Circus, the annual Days of independence movements, and he launched into a discussion with his client that the waiting in the corner. You know Dede, when he talks, it delivers and it can take ... Suddenly, two mobile police squads surrounded the van, and immediately the vehicle exploded. A horror, smoke, debris, metal everywhere, blood, screaming. Him he had been spared because his client had brought in a kind of vault to examine the location of the cables to install. You have read well the case of Corte in newspapers, right?
- At this time I was in hosto. You know that I had been hit by a motorbike in Paris. I even think I was still fried on ...
- Ah yes, I forgot. And do not worry Agnan has never talked about this attack?
- Vaguely. But he never mixed in this case ... Dede
- No wonder! He was himself on the investigation. He would have done better to stay outside ...
- I can not grasp what was threatening Agnan ...
- Okay I'll summarize. Dede's truck had blown up, killing two policemen, three separatists and a passer. The poor Dede was stashed in the basement of his client and he had one wish is to disappear, incognito. Three days later, Dede has reappeared. He had managed to negotiate a parolee with the prosecutor, he was not really suspect but a witness. The vehicle that exploded was not his, but a double. The license plate was found in the wreckage 2B LG 1366 when his van had the LG 1266 plate 2B, he could prove it with the gray card. What had happened? Dede understood nothing. What annoyed the most is that he could not buy another van or be reimbursed for damage by the insurance, because the destroyed vehicle was not hers. He had not left the wheel of his pickup truck, except when he stopped at a gas station to call Agnan. The substitution had to be done at that time. But I do not understand the game of cops in this story ...
- Agnan So, the brave knight without fear, who looked to disentangle ...
- All right, my friend. But he put the finger in a ... was found Dede's truck at the beginning of September, just before your arrival in Corsica. She was in bits at the bottom of a ravine, with its original plate. So Dede was able to play insurance and buy a van and nine, a Renault this time. You saw him in December, when he finished installing the villa. And Agnan was more discreet ... I'm afraid ...
- Drrring! Drring!
- This time it's mine that sounds ... Oh, it's Annunciation, my daughter ... You okay? ... The granny is ill? ... Is it serious? ... Not too ... it reassures me ... Where? ... A hospital? ... From Bastia? ... No ... At Marseille! ... A Timone ... Well I'll see her in return ... You say it urgent? ... she will not end the week ... Well, in this case, I'm off to the station ... ... That's Salute a tutti ... My poor Jean-Pierre, I'll have to go ...
- You have not finished! Agnan? What danger?
- I think I've said too much already ...
- But you leave me in a fog.
- In short, you know Armata Corsa?
- I've heard on TV or radio ...
- Dede's van, that he was driving, which was not hers, which had replaced his, is the port that it has past, not the service station, Dede had confused, Armata Corsa's van was packed with explosives that were to destroy the capital of the nationalists. It is a dissident branch of the FLNC who had mounted the coup. A snitch alerted the police. That's why Dede was spun. The police should not intervene, you know ... And Corte a parking space had been prepared by a team, the only free space in the area and, coincidentally, along the tent.
- The role of the cops was to protect or prevent it?
- I do not know. In Corsica, Things are happening so strange. One day the cops stop you, they'll release the next day, two days later they still look for you. You see they took Colonna for three years and nobody really wants to try him. War policies, with the complicity of politicians believed, and those of Paris over the market, c'è pulitichella as they say ...
- Agnan And, what did he discover? And how?
- Agnan launched an e-classifieds of the newspaper Corse-Matin: "Individual Peugeot van sells new, price by arrangement. Contact newspaper ad No. 463865. Two days later he had the answer: "Nine Buyer van Peugeot seller No. 463 865, RV Fangu near Turtles, Friday, August 18, 15 hours. "Agnan goes to Fangu Bastia person. He suddenly understands that this is the Fangu Galeria. It returns an ad, because I have to abridge rush to the station.
- Wait a minute ... And the police found nothing?
- They had better things to do. We had up to eight ministers visiting every week ... The cops were mobilized by the motorcades, ticketing and tracking down arsonists ... They did not care vans for sale. Well I must leave you ... It's the same one which can slam a moment to another ...
- You will not leave me all about it before.
- Let me rephrase. You probably know Fangu Park near Galeria. You can see turtles and all kinds of moorhens and egrets along the River. They call it the delta. Gus has a corner of a flotilla of canoes because they must pass into the river to discover the critters. Agnan then went there, it was I who took him there, his Titin was still down at Decize. I waited all afternoon near the guy who rents boats. He returned pale. He had seen turtles, as of course. He also met with a Don-Pierre Buggierdo, a big arm FLNC, for I do not know what trend. Agnan me do not say more, but I understood ...
- that it had received a warning ...
- That's it, you understand quickly. Me, natios I myself rubbing. Agnan did not spoken ... So, my friend, it's time I go to the station. Because grandma, she wait for me ... not
- Oh, I doubt you find a train to Marseille. I heard earlier on France-Info that SNCF will go on strike tonight.
- In this case I fly!
- You want to your granny, Philip?
- This is not my grandma is my stepmother. And you would never imagine that it has made us see .... A real dragon! Now she goes on her 97 years, it is harmless ...
- There's a legacy to touch?
- Talk about three hectares of bush in an inaccessible side of San Petronio, twelve pigs scattered under the chestnut trees and a shed in ruins! And we twenty-eight beneficiaries, because here we have never done ...
shares
Chapter 24: "Take watch out! "
" Already one month qu'Agnan left us ... I do not advance in my research. The cops either, I feel reassured.
Yesterday evening, the Commissioner Champagnole came equipped with a commission in due form. He boarded the hard disk of the computer Agnan and a box of binders. Confidential defense, he said. From what I read in one of these files, there are notes on writers of the seventeenth century Nivernais. I do not see the connection with the defense. Oh yes, among the records, there was one on Vauban. Like what, our glorious army is ahead! All
time, Champagnole returned. Furibard, the man ... That does not make the text that was confiscated are cleared, ink binders disappeared. Fumerol have applied to his own writing his famous désécriture! Incredible ... I wonder how he did that ... In his lifetime, or beyond, since it spoke only of occultism ...
If all books have suffered the same application, I will soon have nothing to sort. Yet I have made interesting discoveries in the postcards. The first box was fairly well placed in chronological order, but contains a letter that goes back to the 60s and 70s is a bit far to find clues. In the second box, it was rather a mess, but three metal boxes. A box devoted to claims, without interest, a conflict with the EDF for a misplaced invoices, another store with the goal of Nevers for a TV down, letters from the Tourist Office about a Schiltigheim Article on beer from Alsace where Fumerol had forgotten to mention the Kronenbourg, the recriminations of readers or collaborators for everything and anything.
mail box of the heart is more interesting but be careful! You're entering the private sphere. I just extracted two recent letters to a lover on the side numb resident of Dunkirk and a card signed "your beloved hen," a bull fight in the middle of an arena, across a quote from Carmen
"Love is a gypsy child
Who never knew Bill
If you do not love me I love you And if you love
beware. "A card mailed
Bize-and-Bizous (Hautes-Pyrenees, near Lannemezan incredulous readers can get there ...) the July 27.
The last box is the "hate mail". There are certainly some information to glean. It's crazy what could have Fumerol as enemies. Authors piss vinegar for most of the hacks he had been wrong - or deserves - to go down in flames, jealous of racketeers, the mediocre, false tokens, rogues, and acrimonious, the ridiculous
... I traveled a few pages of these streams of profanity. Who could pass to the act of invective? Probably none of the protesters. One wonders if hate is not meant to be effused into the stutter. Those who do keep quiet, it's in their interest.
Yet among the latest maps of insults, I found the "chick adored." A card mailed from Bourg-la-Reine January 13, 2007. A caricature cock, perched on a pile of manure, excessive peak, with a tiny penis fucked, mouth wide open and he leaves in a bubble of a comic ridiculous "Coco-Rocco." The caption says: "We should assume nothing! "On the other hand, these words:" Not true, Agnan? "I deduced that the" chick adored "had an affair disappointing with Agnan. Whether it is sincere ...
Tamburini Philip sent me a map of Corsica. Or a map of hate, nor a declaration of love, of course ... the same has passed the weapon to the left. In addition to acres of bush, pigs and ruined hovel, she kept a treasure stashed under the floor of his room. Louis gold you want in here and bundles of old banknotes. Tickets 500 and 1000 years old CHF 50 for the most part, worthless currency and unchangeable at the Bank of France, they may have value for collectors. By cons, louis d'or interest the 28 beneficiaries. Philippe, a former bank employee, pursuant to its powers, is responsible for negotiating the sale of what is salable and sharing the rest. He complains of being guarded day and night, his cousin came down Ceccaldi Penta di Casinca with its 22 long-rifle and he is holding a gun throughout the operations; Caesar Tamburini, a grandnephew, a security guard in a center commerce, "the pockets of his parka stuffed with explosives threatens to turn if not a greater share than his half-brother Pompey. In short, the legacy is not the cake, as concluded Philip A'a fica chi ghjimba tuttu u Mondu s'arrimba, the fig tree that leans across the world relies. "
Chapter 25: Espionage, Terrorism and company.
- So your inquiry, it early? Tavel
Andre came to visit Champagnole commissioner who, for a city hall office, coordinates the research.
- Case of State, Mr. Mayor. I can not tell you anything, but it is the right way. In one week later, our killer is behind bars.
- Your killer? You also think it's a woman ... The bobble probably ... My wife pointed out that the actress looked like a conspiracy.
- This is not the actress. She and her accomplice, they dump with little more than a sentence of one year or two or community service for false imprisonment of an agent of the police force, threats and destruction of public property. If the judge has lifted the right foot, it will be a big fine. No, this killer is a Mata Hari, a high-flying spy.
- Spy? Oh, I am: our Agnan Fumerol, with all its inventions and its culture, he had to raise envy. It would have still not kill him please its copyright? Me, I think losing him as a scholar is a disaster for Decize. Last night I reread his Guide Decizois still unknown and deserve to have more notoriety. Magistral! He even devoted two pages and what he wrote is so true ...
- one that killed him was not interested in Decize. She sought to know the secrets that can disrupt global diplomacy. I recommend the utmost discretion, as several foreign agencies are on the teeth. You do not want your town gets the headlines Chained Duck!
- Oh, no no. We already had the removal of Joel Lenoir and the violent death of a scientist ... Ah, but I think my secretary makes a fax ... Thanks Isabelle. Oh, it's not for me ... ... For the Commissioner
"Commissioner Angelo Santucci
SRPJ
Bastia Haute-Corse April 30, 2007, A
the Commissioner Champagnole
City Council Decize Nièvre.
Dear Colleague
Yesterday morning, our men arrested two dangerous criminals, Peter Grant and Tony Buggierdo Frimbolacci. They were surprised by a patrol when they robbed a warehouse of fruits and vegetables, their vehicle was full of kiwis and lemons, and they did not oppose the least resistance, relying their lawyers to recover quickly freedom. But we have assembled a set of assumptions regarding these two individuals in connection with several crimes: extortion (racketeering) to their advantage in several area retailers, false invoices in a matter of selling building materials, attempts assassination of local officials and - that should get your attention - death threats against a citizen of Dezise, who owns a residence in Corsica, Mr. Agnan Fumerol. Both individuals were arrested in connection with nationalist circles hardest, as we have confirmed our informants.
This arrest stimulus investigating a bombing this summer in Corte, which was involved in some Parlaveloci Andre, an electrician by trade, and a close friend of Agnan Fumerol. We now gather all information related to Agnan Fumerol and I will share the folder as soon as possible. Get
, colleague, etc. ... "
Commissioner Champagnole silently read the letter. It can not suppress a remark aloud
- All that it does not help my investigation. I believe we will disperse.
- You say? the mayor asked, curious, eager.
- Yes, after all I can tell you what I think. People cons of espionage since I am informed Monday that Fumerol was killed by an undercover agent, a woman who works for us and has officially been bribed by a foreign service. All this for an encoding method invented by Fumerol.
- Ah, I am Olga Code-Olby. I read the novel ...
Lenoir - No, you Lenoir led by boat. It is a code that allows Zero-Zero désécrire of a text.
- Désécrire? You mean delete? As with an eraser ...
- Right. Fumerol was willing to sell us his technique. I had met here at the police barracks and later at Vincennes. And then I was told his mysterious death. And colleagues from the DGSE think there was a mole among us. It remains to get her out of her molehill and loop ... and twist! This type of Bastia is invent a dark history of Corsican nationalists and racketeering! One would think that your Fumerol had the art of making enemies ...
- Besides Joel Lenoir, and his actress Peltard bobble ...
- asked Commissioner Champagnole in the hall, the door ajar announcement by the puffy face of the keeper.
- I go ... It
CWO Caillac which to communicate urgent information to the commissioner. Bad news: the actress Marisa Albertos was hanged in his prison cell of Nevers, with a bead curtain, she had stolen into the parlor.
- A new fax, Mr. Commissioner.
Champagnole traverses the sheet extends his secretary. His face betrayed no reaction ...
Chapter 26: Joel Lenoir reinforcement.
This is serious. In the office of the mayor, a crisis is met. Slouched in an armchair Voltaire, Joel Lenoir smokes his pipe quietly, despite the ban represented by a panel just above him. Around the table, the mine dark, keen eye, are installed from left to right: Mayor Andrew Tavel, director of Centre Socio-Culturel Michel Guyard, journalist Jean-Pierre Mourlon, his colleague from the Jersey Journal du Centre Jean , Chief Warrant Officer Caillac gendarmette flanked by his favorite, the Commissioner Champagnole, the town clerk, the constable and the deputy mayor in charge of culture. His voice tenorino, Lenoir opened the debate:
- Working methodically, gentlemen - and ladies. Each and every one of you will tell aloud what he or she knows about the murder of Fumerol. Remember that it is in the common interest and that any retention of an element, no matter how small it would be a hindrance.
An hour and three quarters later, ten people know as much as the average reader arrived at the beginning of this chapter. Lenoir took the floor again after blowing a few curls toward the ceiling:
- Well, we must now filter all this information. Let the facts, just facts.
1 killer - or the killer because I am convinced that it was a woman - came in the village hall, not by the door leading backstage on the boulevard, he would have left traces of mud, as you so aptly demonstrated, adjutant ... leader, with thongs of our computer. He went through the front door and, if he had a little water or mud underfoot, he wiped on the mat like everyone else, or he has scattered across the mud room.
2 ° The killer - or the killer - could not enter during the rehearsal. It was there before. Note that this afternoon of March 13, the village hall was open for 13 h 30, that two ladies were busy sweeping, cleaning chairs and the bar, and that repetition did not start until 3:30 p.m.. I checked each schedule. The killer snuck when the maids were at the bar or toilet, what do I know?
3 ° The killer - or the killer, I want to detail, yes, yes! - Hid in the wings. How did he, did she not to be seen or seen-uh by actors who regularly changed between sketches? He must have perfect knowledge of the area. So I discard a priori any foreign actor or parachuted to commit murder. You'll find that this detail is very important. 4 °
Our assassin - or murdered - has extensive medical knowledge. This was noticed by the coroners and Dr. Salusse. He or she could get of succinylcholine, a derivative of curare used in hospitals and the fatal overdose to make, using a mini-syringe, to adapt this craft into a blowgun and blow strong enough. In my opinion, there were not six feet, but four, four and a half I've been measuring this morning. 5 °
arrives the episode of the tassel. The night of the murder, I breezed past the Hall holidays, after your departure and evacuation of the corpse. I had been warned of murder by Jeremy Duchemin. I spotted the absence of the tassel. My wife pointed out that some small decoration of public buildings, such as the tassel, fringe curtain, the planters, etc. ... sometimes find themselves in the interiors of private luxury homes. It became a sport for the ladies of high society to recover these ornaments and to incorporate them in their decorations. Do not say no, Mr. Mayor, I saw you two old buttons at the gates of the post ... The tassel has brought you Albertos the actress. It is unfortunately deceased. But his suicide is not an admission ...
6 ° exit and escape from the killer - the killer - fewer questions. Taking advantage of the uproar that greeted the performance Agnan Fumerol, it was easy to exit through the door leading directly onto the boulevard and disappearing into his car, or a car driven by an accomplice.
7 ° The problem is the use of the blowpipe. A relatively rare among us, more common among Papuans and the Guarani of Brazil. It would bring the suspects and make them pass a test. But above all, who are the suspects? What are their grounds? I hear you, ladies and gentlemen!
Everyone looks at his neighbor, his neighbor, then the ceiling where smoke coughed up by Lenoir drew a halo of pale pink, then the windows behind which a rainstorm drowned the place Guy-Coquille. The mayor gave his opinion first:
- In my opinion, is the actress committed suicide. We will however make it difficult to breathe into a blowpipe. The director may be able to ... testify
- Wrong, my dear, is a spy infiltrated our police to derail the acquisition of the Code Zero-Zero, all the information I provided consistent, comes Champagnolle compelling. I wonder if she is not in the police ...
At these words, gendarmette stands crimson and protests his honor. His supervisor comes to the rescue:
- It would not rather in the Scientific Police? You have spoken well of some Carole who was paying serious attention to Fumerol? And it's weird that it does not participate in the survey.
- I told you she had a broken wrist and is undergoing rehabilitation at Neuilly.
- Sur Seine? Mourlon naively asked. Because of Neuilly, there has hordes in France.
- Sur Seine?
- Yeah, what, the Municipality of Sarko. Your Carole, she has medical knowledge, is not it? To work in your lab is the minimum.
- She studied biology.
- And it would not have signed a few love letters "adored your chick? I found a few copies in the mail ... Fumerol
- In this case, the deputy mayor intervenes, it remains only to stop it. But where is she? Do you have an idea, Mr. Commissioner?
- in Neuilly, I told you.
- Sur Seine?
- You will not start. We'll check.
The policeman who had not yet acted, raises another possibility:
- And the Corsicans in there? Z'auraient-y not send a commando to kill kamichoses Agnan?
Commissioner Champagnole smiled.
- I do not believe in this track, also my colleague sent me Santucci earlier fax. The investigation was closed there. The warden gave the order to abandon proceedings against any Frimbolacci and release. This is a guy who works for Senator Gelatt, and Senator weighs big electoral weight. With elections in a month and a half, you know ...
- Me, I suspect another, suggests the director of the Socio-Cultural Centre. The doctor's assistant Salusse was very present with him when he was pronounced dead Fumerol. Lesemeur you remember?
- Yes, absolutely.
- And she has done absolutely nothing, if not check the curtains and close the door to the wings on the boulevard.
- You're right, Michael. And then?
- It has the medical knowledge, it is internal to the University of Clermont with my niece.
- And she knows to exhale as a blowgun? Mayor asks ironically.
Investigators are separating. Appointment is made for the next day, same time, same place. Order is given to the two journalists did not divulge any indiscretion. The Journal of the Centre will only a paragraph in the local page, where it will be very measured in terms stated that "the police, the gendarmerie and the mayor work hand in hand and everything will be implemented soon to unmask the culprit this cowardly assassination orphan who leaves the city one of its best citizens. "In the long gray limousine driver as his butler, Joel Lenoir returns to his mansion, he hums a tune of java ...
Chapter 27: pullet and jib.
CWO Caillac is not satisfied with the investigation which is dispersed, which escapes and trampling. "How? Leave a vulgar crime writer giving us a lesson! This Champagnole doubts nothing with his spy. And the other, the director of the Centre Social, instead of repairing the premises, he dares to accuse the doctor's assistant. This Nicole Del Rio, brilliant student who makes so many services at the hospital, I do not see how it could be involved in the murder. It has an indisputable alibi. At 16 h 45, she accompanied the doctor on his rounds, the agenda of the medical secretary is accurate, I did check with the sick by Constable Lecogneur, no mistake, this one is meticulous. Even alibi for the doctor, they were together, they also do not leave, but that's another matter. And now that the back Guyard. I know he can not Piffer the doctor. Same for the mayor. It's all here ... and company policy as in Corsica. What we need is to find the kitty, in Neuilly. I'm going to see Mourlon. Me not seem to have both feet in the same shoe, this one. He found clues in the mail of Fumerol. Between us, we'll toast this prétentiard Champagnole ... and its scientific methods. "
At night, arrived in Caillac Fumerol room, where Jean-Pierre Mourlon Navarro was busy watching the TV slimline scholar of the deceased. The journalist can not suppress a disapproving frown, but when the door opens again to allow the passage of the charming and debonair Debeers Marina Cocagne, he changed countenance:
- You just make a card game? Wait, I'll look for a pack of cards and Jenlain. I hope you like it ...
- Well, not too much humor ... it's bad for reflection.
Caillac briefly explains his expectations. The four henchmen share the contents of mailboxes and everyone getting down to the methodical search.
Time passes, the cans are emptied. The dawn point behind the curtains, garbage collectors go on the street, the gossips morning open their shutters and begin the exchange standard: "Y is not hot c'matin, EVEN Lesgourde. - Do you Loulou ar'gardé the baromèt'et one has to at least a week. - Oh no I'm gonna go shopping today, I'll take a stick of frozen and we still have two pieces of schnitzel of turkey in the fridge ... "Etc. .. etc ... etc ...
8 h 25 to the clock. CWO seems discouraged:
- Okay, I'll leave you. Duty calls me to post. Service, service, that's how we earn the ranks. Remember in the youngsters!
is the moment when the gendarmette exclaimed "Eureka! "She did not discover
buoyancy or even invented gunpowder. It is just between his knuckles and his manicured nails painted a postcard showing the village of Neuilly, in the canton of Brinon-sur-Beuvron. The back the card is simply the words: "Your hen cluck cluck that still Codette. The postmark of San Révérien, although offset in part, hints at a recent date: the 11 or March 7, 2007, just before the murder.
- I told you that Carole was not in Neuilly-sur-Seine, Neuilly but in another, but I did not think it would be so close to us ... and especially Fumerol.
- You did a good job, Mr. Journalist.
- All credit goes to miss Debeers.
- And where are our police? concerned about the mayor.
- On Mission in Neuilly, they went to challenge the chick.
Carole Nemo does not understand the case against him. She has agreed to follow the gendarmes Decize. She acknowledged having sent a few cards humorous Agnan Fumerol, it completely ignores the deaths. It was a game between them, nothing more. Not the slightest physical contact, of course. He, too, he was sending funny cards, besides she has two more in his bag, like "the best contraceptive method, put the pill between your knees and tighten miss strong" ... The ribaldry without consequence ... When
in the courtyard of the police, the CWO has set a target and he hands her a tube of polyester (substitute blowgun) asking him to send a dart at the center of the target, Carole Nemo further questions: is it a nightmare, a joke, an induction into the club of merry men of the brigade or a punishment? The large audience impressed. She refuses to run. When Constable Lecogneur approach his formidable hairy paw of her nostrils, she changes her mind, took his breath, the feeder tube, empty his cheeks and the dart passes three feet above the target, through the garden and adjoining sheet in the right buttock of the gardener (busy carving a Dogwood) screaming in pain:
- Janine, a hornet stung me!
- Do you, Roger, for this season!
The second test is more convincing: the arrow bounces against the wall and burst a tire on the bike stored near the target. The third and final attempt, he did not take place, the suspect was out of breath. Jean-Pierre
Mourlon and Joel Lenoir, who placed last among the official observers, are folded in half. Jean Jersey tries to capture the event, but its digital camera is not fast enough and the dart is unclear, as the target, as the shooter, as Background ...
For good measure, investigators submitting Nicole Del Rio, Assistant Salusse doctor, the same test. It fails to catch the dart in the tube when the first shot. The mayor, the deputy culture, the Commissioner and Constable Champagnole Cocagne struggling to loosen the gear, they suck and blow, which at one end of the tube, which at the time. Suddenly the dart is released and will step into the throat of the Commissioner CHAMPAGNOLE. It should be noted that thanks to the ultra-fast response and efficient medical student that ace of the Scientific Police still alive, however it will be deprived of a language and two inches of gum, which should not hamper too much in his future exploits.
"It's not for tomorrow's championship blowgun that I wanted to organize, think the director of the Socio-Cultural Centre. Too bad, we fall back on the launch of slippers or spit plum pits ... "Jean-Pierre
Mourlon turns to Chief Warrant Officer Caillac and winks:
- What a great idea you had to organize this year! Me, it makes me think of someone who has kief pipes and opium, it would be much more convenient than your gutter pipes ...
He turns. Behind him, JOEL LENOIR HAS ECLIPSE.
Chapter 28: Fumerol sown to the winds.
Mourlon Jean-Pierre returns home fire Agnan Fumerol. He would have wanted to start again on the banks of the Mediterranean. But he pledged to sort all the papers of his friend and he is very far from finishing the job ...
Opening the outer door, he sensed some unexpected disturbance. It stirs the other hand, in the garden. He heard loud voices, like a chant. The journalist runs on tiptoe the long corridor and gently pushes the garage door ... The surprise him breathless ...
- Hey ... But what are you doing, guys?
... In the garden, the two brothers wander Miquet humming, dressed in burlap bags, hair full of dust and cobwebs. They hit each other with a sort of chain ...
- You have become crazy! Stop your shit, guys ...
Raymond Miquet stares at the intruder with a disgusted look and retorted:
- we cover the ashes of repentance and clothes. Fasting and mourn our sins. Our God is love enough to forgive our sins.
- But still ... What does that mean?
- This is the prophet who wrote it.
- Which prophet? Mohammed?
- No, ignoramus! The prophet Joel! My brother, we are now on Ash Wednesday and we repent of our past sins. You should follow our example, for hell awaits you ...
Brothers Miquet, eaters priest from their communion, converted after hearing a preacher on Vatican Radio (connected by mistake on their old transistor while sought retransmission of a hockey game). Like all neophytes, they push the zeal to a climax.
- And the ashes you have on the skull, where then do they come? This would not by chance ...?
Yes, both Miquet, blinded by their desire for penance, opened the urn and they dispersed the last remnants of Agnan Fumerol! It is Andrew who Miquet concludes their macabre ceremony:
- At least, the ashes of Agnan used to something. We will smoke his garden ...
Maybe the end ...
Pierre Volut Sunday August 20, 2006, 9 h 22.
- Come on, just five euros is a gift!
- socks for winter, five pairs for ten euros. Tell me that it is given! And for you ladies, five stickers for the same price with a string free if you take two lots.
Friday morning. Jean-Pierre and Philippe Mourlon Tamburini wander through the market Decize. The fog has just risen and a pale sun illuminates the Halles. Both men remained in town after the funeral of their friend. Mourlon was responsible for the inventory of books and papers of the scholar and the family, scattered on almost every continent, trusted him after reading a letter which had Agnan Fumerol appointed as executor "if where ... "The" case "unfortunately happened last Monday at 16 am 54 or 55, on stage at the Festival Hall of Decize. Jean-Pierre
Mourlon was therefore installed in the remains of the scholar. The neighbor lady Trottemenu Prudence must warm him twice a day with meals catered by the district. Browse, sort, classify, index of thousands of books, notes and folders: it will certainly be until June. Besides two trunks stuffed with postcards and letters that he will also read ... The task is immense. However, Mourlon accepted without hesitation. It al'intime conviction that in this pile of papers is the index. Yes, the clue that will lead sooner or later the murderer of Agnan Fumerol. And the police have neither the time nor the means to discover if only the shadow of the trace of the look ... the index. As for Philippe
Tamburini, he decided to spend another week in the Nivernais, to visit the verdant countryside and friendly towns. This is only the third time he sets foot in a territory of the "Great Northern" he hateful memories of his military service at a training Commercy and that the direction of his bank imposed in Rillieux- la-Pape, a suburb of Lyon, usually when he goes on vacation, it does not exceed Valencia, for fear of finding a climate too harsh and being lost in the midst of hostile populations. But the "green country to Whitewater" was conquered. He plans a trip to Mount Beuvray and Chateau-Chinon, in spite of ice, and a tour of the cellars of Pouilly-sur-Loire.
Yesterday evening the two men reported Nevers, with solemnity and emotion, the urn containing the ashes of Agnan Fumerol, which must be sealed in the wall of his garden.
"Dance a jig Auvergne! Dance a jig
mountains! Dance a jig
Auvergne! Dance a jig
Alumni!
Fouchtri! Fouchtra!
Dance a jig! "The speaker
a Tapes and C.-D. booth is just up to their ears and play songs that come from a hit parade of homes. Philippe Tamburini, accustomed paghjella and Corsican polyphony, clogging the left ear of the index, his right ear is naturally dull after onanists practices of his childhood.
- And you, what do you think of this murder? In my humble opinion, Agnan started into trouble ...
- How? Into trouble ... What are you talking about, Philou?
- Ah yes, I hesitated to tell you. And especially not a word to the cops. But it is because of the van to Dede ...
- Dede? Which?
- Dede Parlaveloci.
- Dede Parlaveloci?
- Yes, Dede Parlaveloci u Nostru Dede, Dede Parlaveloci chi canta a ... rossignolu cume.
- Yes, I see. Parlaveloci. What relationship with Agnan?
- Do you remember the Christmas Eve, he wonders. He gave the reply to Charley.
- And tell me then, because then I'm not at all j'te.
- Eh bé, Dede has purchased a van nine last summer. A Peugeot Partner diesel, I think. No, a Boxer, ah, those English names, j'm'y me lose it ...
that ... - And then?
- No, I can not tell you that here in the street. Agnan made me promise secrecy.
- Agnan But is not there and maybe your story will make us understand why it is ...
- Not a word. It is a matter which must remain secret. In the old days, people said: do not even trust your shirt. A da ti fida mancu to camisgiotu.
Chapter 22: An affair of state.
- Head, a communication for you. Paris. The commissioner Champignac ...
- You mean CHAMPAGNOLE. Swing on my post. I take. The
gendarmette DeBeers beautiful this morning. The new uniform mold her curves nicely. Chief Warrant Officer Caillac is all excited.
- Hello, here Caillac, police Decize.
- Oh, hello dear colleague. I want to break the news before the official proceedings. We will return to Decize ... Yes, the case Fumerol ... You know we were negotiating with him to develop a method of coding. A major contract for the service. But fate would have it ... And yet you do nothing?
- If we have two tracks, but I think I am not authorized ...
- Inquiry rightfully ours. The minister contacted last night the prosecutor Nevers. A team of the National Police who will conduct the investigation now. You send us your clues ...
- Oh, I doubt that the Force dropped in so good way ... We also have support, the colonel was a cousin of MMA!
- You will inherit the property that Fumerol. Anyway, I arrive tomorrow with my team. To seal our future collaboration, I invite you to The Nibbles, you know, this little greasy spoon where we tasted the fried Loire last summer ... Oh, by the way, I will not with me early Carole. She who has a crush on Fumerol, from what I understand. I preferred to stay away and then I did not need to tell him the news, she was thrown from a horse, she has his wrist in a cast, she spent weeks in rehabilitation at Neuilly ...
Caillac is furious. This Champagnole pretentious, with its Scientific Police and all its trimmings! After all, he is doing! Because the investigation is far from clear and the two tracks that CWO has proudly announced that exist in his imagination. No way to draw the nose of the novelist. And the cake is this farce ...
pompom - Chief Plenty is calling! He is struggling at the Centre Socio-Cul ...
- Spend it quickly! Ah, that one, he will still win the jackpot! Yes ... It CWO Caillac, of course ... This is not the Pope ... What happens to you, my boy? Hostage ... ... You do not care for my ... Attached to the radiator ... Who? ... The director and his girlfriend? Hold on, I'm coming.
Five minutes later, two policemen and Caillac discover the disaster. Socio-Cultural Centre is devastated, as if a hurricane had passed through the neighborhood. The doors are dégondées, boards piled in the hallways, windows no longer a single tile intact, several tables were broken, documents, leaflets, cartons are strewn on the floor. Two secretaries sobbing in a corner. Director Michel Guyard is scarlet and flickers:
- It's Pe-Pe-Peltard. It is now de-fffou. He claims zinzin-zindemnités. Her troupe has not been played-play ... It is there-there-up there ...
Caillac drew his Manurhin and progressing cautiously up the stairs. " This is not the time to commit a blunder, "he said. Especially do not give Champagnole another reason to triumph. In contrast, a rapid arrest of the gunman and a hostage release, this may be the opportunity to spend a lieutenant in the year. "
the first floor, not a hurricane but a cyclone. The plasterboard walls are shattered, computers are parts of the copier escape flattened hundreds of blank sheets. Cries of rhino in heat can be heard on the side of the toilet "Provided it does not damage the little too! "
The first obstacle that hinders the progress of the policeman is the actress Marisa Albertos, the favorite of the director. Since the landing, she sends Caillac on a whole bunch of bottles of Heineken (the reserve's personal manager), and Orangina Ice-Tea (the drink of ordinary employees). CWO, despite some injuries to his right eyelid and abdomen, manages to take head on the fury who let fly a violent kick in the shins, snatched his revolver and viciously claw at chin . That's when Caillac comes to "phase 2". He was twice champion of karate Tarn-et-Garonne in his youth. An energetic atemi under the glottis and the actress collapsed. Seizing by his ponytail, Caillac the drags on the stairs, leaving the passage. And what does he see the end of the ponytail? He sees, he sees, he sees ... a pompom.
"Lenoir was right. How he guessed, the guy? "This is indeed the pompom pompom missing the stage curtain. A bobble wool green braided over half its length and flare around a button tin that holds within it the letters VD, City ... Decize
Moving forward, Chief Warrant Officer through the corridor. A quick shoulder in the door of the toilet and he finds himself face to face with Robert Peltard unleashed. Behind the director, sitting on the seat, tied up by an electric cable, Constable Cocagne yells
- Bravo, Chef! No gift especially! He slaps me ... flanked
Caillac did not need encouragement. In a masterful jack-Yo Koshio he returned Peltard, passes it behind the toilet, knocks on the tank flushing. He frees his deputy and sighs
- Well, my little, we can not say, you're the king well, you! On the throne!
- No, I swear it's not me ...
- is not you who stole the cake?
- The pompom agree, but not Fumerol.
- Come on, give him another signal ...
Caillac turns to the policeman who Lecogneur, his hairy paw, flanked by a resounding wallop to Marisa. The actress is most proud now, faced with these two brutes ...
- No! I tell qu'c'est not me!
- Explain to us how you stole the cake.
- Roro I told I was going to pee and I went backstage ...
- You tell tall tales. The toilets of the village hall are at the other end ... And behind the scenes, you took a blowpipe and thump, a small dart on Fumerol ...
- I do not know of what you mean. I just cut the cake with my scissors.
- Ah, you had some scissors ...
- was an accessory part. In my role, the mother brought scissors to kill the marquis.
- You see that you wanted to kill!
- But it was in the room, read the text if you want ... Ouch!
A new cap comes the call to order.
- And when thou hast cut this pompom?
- I dunno, I have not a watch when I'm in costume ... Wait, it was when the Marquis, Agnan Fumerol, shouting "out rascals out louts out pedants, outdoors, outside ..."
An hour interrogation enough, the judge will do the rest, if necessary. Or Marisa is naive, or it was reckless. Why make a scandal at the Social Center, where she is guilty?
Chapter 23: Back in Corsica.
- Jean-Pierre O, are you listening?
- Sure ... I've waited long enough ... your secret
- So here it happened last August 8. In addition to his talents singer, Dede is an electrician, as you know, and Agnan had entrusted the work when he began to rebuild his villa of Mariana-Plage. That day, Dede had come for a first estimate, it was agreed that it was a picnic with us in the garden. He could not, it was the fourth drink and went off the Agnan lonzu and coppa. Deli top quality home in Vescovato Orsini, y'know Orsoni, great dry? Yes, the bowler ... So that we Dede phone. He could not come, there were problems with the CRS was believed that his papers were not in order, but it was something else ...
- Drrring, dring! "Wait
Philou, I reckon qu'c'est my phone ... Hello, yes ... No, not Albert. You're mistaken, ma'am ... But no, there is no Albert here ...
Jean-Pierre Mourlon shrugs.
- It's still that old witch ... I dunno why she persecutes me like that ... And so far! And on my new laptop!
- Jean-Pierre O, are you listening?
- Yes, Albert has been arrested by riot police ...
- No Albert, Dede! Back on Earth, Jean-Pierre!
- Come for Dede. So what they wanted him, CRS?
- Nothing. And that's it is most bizarre. The morning about half past seven, Dede had charged oxygen tanks on the port of Bastia, and since then the police followed him everywhere and routinely monitored. At each roundabout. Since Furiani, the two motorcyclists sped permanently. He had managed to call from the toilets of a garage.
- Is that all? A trivial mistake ... Unless the friend of Dede has dealings with the Nationalists ...
- perhaps his son or his redneck Ceccu, but not him. Wait, it's worth following. In the afternoon, we were out fishing on the small boat of my sister Santa. Now the phone rings off ... About I think that yours is ringing again ... You should unplug it ... if you want to hear the whole story ...
- Yes, hello ma'am! Want to talk to ... ... But Jerome Jerome is not here! Not more than that of Albert Jerome ... No, ma'am ... I tell you my name is not Jerome ... It is certainly a mistake ... bye, madam!
Jean-Pierre Mourlon exasperated violently throws her mobile phone against a table. The machine is dismantled. Tamburini Philip continues:
- Then Dede reminded us. He was anxious. He first apologized for missing our appointment, but he had an urgent project in Corte ... and still the cops on their tail. You know there is virtually no parking at Corte, he parked his van in front of the marquee of the Grand National Circus, the annual Days of independence movements, and he launched into a discussion with his client that the waiting in the corner. You know Dede, when he talks, it delivers and it can take ... Suddenly, two mobile police squads surrounded the van, and immediately the vehicle exploded. A horror, smoke, debris, metal everywhere, blood, screaming. Him he had been spared because his client had brought in a kind of vault to examine the location of the cables to install. You have read well the case of Corte in newspapers, right?
- At this time I was in hosto. You know that I had been hit by a motorbike in Paris. I even think I was still fried on ...
- Ah yes, I forgot. And do not worry Agnan has never talked about this attack?
- Vaguely. But he never mixed in this case ... Dede
- No wonder! He was himself on the investigation. He would have done better to stay outside ...
- I can not grasp what was threatening Agnan ...
- Okay I'll summarize. Dede's truck had blown up, killing two policemen, three separatists and a passer. The poor Dede was stashed in the basement of his client and he had one wish is to disappear, incognito. Three days later, Dede has reappeared. He had managed to negotiate a parolee with the prosecutor, he was not really suspect but a witness. The vehicle that exploded was not his, but a double. The license plate was found in the wreckage 2B LG 1366 when his van had the LG 1266 plate 2B, he could prove it with the gray card. What had happened? Dede understood nothing. What annoyed the most is that he could not buy another van or be reimbursed for damage by the insurance, because the destroyed vehicle was not hers. He had not left the wheel of his pickup truck, except when he stopped at a gas station to call Agnan. The substitution had to be done at that time. But I do not understand the game of cops in this story ...
- Agnan So, the brave knight without fear, who looked to disentangle ...
- All right, my friend. But he put the finger in a ... was found Dede's truck at the beginning of September, just before your arrival in Corsica. She was in bits at the bottom of a ravine, with its original plate. So Dede was able to play insurance and buy a van and nine, a Renault this time. You saw him in December, when he finished installing the villa. And Agnan was more discreet ... I'm afraid ...
- Drrring! Drring!
- This time it's mine that sounds ... Oh, it's Annunciation, my daughter ... You okay? ... The granny is ill? ... Is it serious? ... Not too ... it reassures me ... Where? ... A hospital? ... From Bastia? ... No ... At Marseille! ... A Timone ... Well I'll see her in return ... You say it urgent? ... she will not end the week ... Well, in this case, I'm off to the station ... ... That's Salute a tutti ... My poor Jean-Pierre, I'll have to go ...
- You have not finished! Agnan? What danger?
- I think I've said too much already ...
- But you leave me in a fog.
- In short, you know Armata Corsa?
- I've heard on TV or radio ...
- Dede's van, that he was driving, which was not hers, which had replaced his, is the port that it has past, not the service station, Dede had confused, Armata Corsa's van was packed with explosives that were to destroy the capital of the nationalists. It is a dissident branch of the FLNC who had mounted the coup. A snitch alerted the police. That's why Dede was spun. The police should not intervene, you know ... And Corte a parking space had been prepared by a team, the only free space in the area and, coincidentally, along the tent.
- The role of the cops was to protect or prevent it?
- I do not know. In Corsica, Things are happening so strange. One day the cops stop you, they'll release the next day, two days later they still look for you. You see they took Colonna for three years and nobody really wants to try him. War policies, with the complicity of politicians believed, and those of Paris over the market, c'è pulitichella as they say ...
- Agnan And, what did he discover? And how?
- Agnan launched an e-classifieds of the newspaper Corse-Matin: "Individual Peugeot van sells new, price by arrangement. Contact newspaper ad No. 463865. Two days later he had the answer: "Nine Buyer van Peugeot seller No. 463 865, RV Fangu near Turtles, Friday, August 18, 15 hours. "Agnan goes to Fangu Bastia person. He suddenly understands that this is the Fangu Galeria. It returns an ad, because I have to abridge rush to the station.
- Wait a minute ... And the police found nothing?
- They had better things to do. We had up to eight ministers visiting every week ... The cops were mobilized by the motorcades, ticketing and tracking down arsonists ... They did not care vans for sale. Well I must leave you ... It's the same one which can slam a moment to another ...
- You will not leave me all about it before.
- Let me rephrase. You probably know Fangu Park near Galeria. You can see turtles and all kinds of moorhens and egrets along the River. They call it the delta. Gus has a corner of a flotilla of canoes because they must pass into the river to discover the critters. Agnan then went there, it was I who took him there, his Titin was still down at Decize. I waited all afternoon near the guy who rents boats. He returned pale. He had seen turtles, as of course. He also met with a Don-Pierre Buggierdo, a big arm FLNC, for I do not know what trend. Agnan me do not say more, but I understood ...
- that it had received a warning ...
- That's it, you understand quickly. Me, natios I myself rubbing. Agnan did not spoken ... So, my friend, it's time I go to the station. Because grandma, she wait for me ... not
- Oh, I doubt you find a train to Marseille. I heard earlier on France-Info that SNCF will go on strike tonight.
- In this case I fly!
- You want to your granny, Philip?
- This is not my grandma is my stepmother. And you would never imagine that it has made us see .... A real dragon! Now she goes on her 97 years, it is harmless ...
- There's a legacy to touch?
- Talk about three hectares of bush in an inaccessible side of San Petronio, twelve pigs scattered under the chestnut trees and a shed in ruins! And we twenty-eight beneficiaries, because here we have never done ...
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Chapter 24: "Take watch out! "
" Already one month qu'Agnan left us ... I do not advance in my research. The cops either, I feel reassured.
Yesterday evening, the Commissioner Champagnole came equipped with a commission in due form. He boarded the hard disk of the computer Agnan and a box of binders. Confidential defense, he said. From what I read in one of these files, there are notes on writers of the seventeenth century Nivernais. I do not see the connection with the defense. Oh yes, among the records, there was one on Vauban. Like what, our glorious army is ahead! All
time, Champagnole returned. Furibard, the man ... That does not make the text that was confiscated are cleared, ink binders disappeared. Fumerol have applied to his own writing his famous désécriture! Incredible ... I wonder how he did that ... In his lifetime, or beyond, since it spoke only of occultism ...
If all books have suffered the same application, I will soon have nothing to sort. Yet I have made interesting discoveries in the postcards. The first box was fairly well placed in chronological order, but contains a letter that goes back to the 60s and 70s is a bit far to find clues. In the second box, it was rather a mess, but three metal boxes. A box devoted to claims, without interest, a conflict with the EDF for a misplaced invoices, another store with the goal of Nevers for a TV down, letters from the Tourist Office about a Schiltigheim Article on beer from Alsace where Fumerol had forgotten to mention the Kronenbourg, the recriminations of readers or collaborators for everything and anything.
mail box of the heart is more interesting but be careful! You're entering the private sphere. I just extracted two recent letters to a lover on the side numb resident of Dunkirk and a card signed "your beloved hen," a bull fight in the middle of an arena, across a quote from Carmen
"Love is a gypsy child
Who never knew Bill
If you do not love me I love you And if you love
beware. "A card mailed
Bize-and-Bizous (Hautes-Pyrenees, near Lannemezan incredulous readers can get there ...) the July 27.
The last box is the "hate mail". There are certainly some information to glean. It's crazy what could have Fumerol as enemies. Authors piss vinegar for most of the hacks he had been wrong - or deserves - to go down in flames, jealous of racketeers, the mediocre, false tokens, rogues, and acrimonious, the ridiculous
... I traveled a few pages of these streams of profanity. Who could pass to the act of invective? Probably none of the protesters. One wonders if hate is not meant to be effused into the stutter. Those who do keep quiet, it's in their interest.
Yet among the latest maps of insults, I found the "chick adored." A card mailed from Bourg-la-Reine January 13, 2007. A caricature cock, perched on a pile of manure, excessive peak, with a tiny penis fucked, mouth wide open and he leaves in a bubble of a comic ridiculous "Coco-Rocco." The caption says: "We should assume nothing! "On the other hand, these words:" Not true, Agnan? "I deduced that the" chick adored "had an affair disappointing with Agnan. Whether it is sincere ...
Tamburini Philip sent me a map of Corsica. Or a map of hate, nor a declaration of love, of course ... the same has passed the weapon to the left. In addition to acres of bush, pigs and ruined hovel, she kept a treasure stashed under the floor of his room. Louis gold you want in here and bundles of old banknotes. Tickets 500 and 1000 years old CHF 50 for the most part, worthless currency and unchangeable at the Bank of France, they may have value for collectors. By cons, louis d'or interest the 28 beneficiaries. Philippe, a former bank employee, pursuant to its powers, is responsible for negotiating the sale of what is salable and sharing the rest. He complains of being guarded day and night, his cousin came down Ceccaldi Penta di Casinca with its 22 long-rifle and he is holding a gun throughout the operations; Caesar Tamburini, a grandnephew, a security guard in a center commerce, "the pockets of his parka stuffed with explosives threatens to turn if not a greater share than his half-brother Pompey. In short, the legacy is not the cake, as concluded Philip A'a fica chi ghjimba tuttu u Mondu s'arrimba, the fig tree that leans across the world relies. "
Chapter 25: Espionage, Terrorism and company.
- So your inquiry, it early? Tavel
Andre came to visit Champagnole commissioner who, for a city hall office, coordinates the research.
- Case of State, Mr. Mayor. I can not tell you anything, but it is the right way. In one week later, our killer is behind bars.
- Your killer? You also think it's a woman ... The bobble probably ... My wife pointed out that the actress looked like a conspiracy.
- This is not the actress. She and her accomplice, they dump with little more than a sentence of one year or two or community service for false imprisonment of an agent of the police force, threats and destruction of public property. If the judge has lifted the right foot, it will be a big fine. No, this killer is a Mata Hari, a high-flying spy.
- Spy? Oh, I am: our Agnan Fumerol, with all its inventions and its culture, he had to raise envy. It would have still not kill him please its copyright? Me, I think losing him as a scholar is a disaster for Decize. Last night I reread his Guide Decizois still unknown and deserve to have more notoriety. Magistral! He even devoted two pages and what he wrote is so true ...
- one that killed him was not interested in Decize. She sought to know the secrets that can disrupt global diplomacy. I recommend the utmost discretion, as several foreign agencies are on the teeth. You do not want your town gets the headlines Chained Duck!
- Oh, no no. We already had the removal of Joel Lenoir and the violent death of a scientist ... Ah, but I think my secretary makes a fax ... Thanks Isabelle. Oh, it's not for me ... ... For the Commissioner
"Commissioner Angelo Santucci
SRPJ
Bastia Haute-Corse April 30, 2007, A
the Commissioner Champagnole
City Council Decize Nièvre.
Dear Colleague
Yesterday morning, our men arrested two dangerous criminals, Peter Grant and Tony Buggierdo Frimbolacci. They were surprised by a patrol when they robbed a warehouse of fruits and vegetables, their vehicle was full of kiwis and lemons, and they did not oppose the least resistance, relying their lawyers to recover quickly freedom. But we have assembled a set of assumptions regarding these two individuals in connection with several crimes: extortion (racketeering) to their advantage in several area retailers, false invoices in a matter of selling building materials, attempts assassination of local officials and - that should get your attention - death threats against a citizen of Dezise, who owns a residence in Corsica, Mr. Agnan Fumerol. Both individuals were arrested in connection with nationalist circles hardest, as we have confirmed our informants.
This arrest stimulus investigating a bombing this summer in Corte, which was involved in some Parlaveloci Andre, an electrician by trade, and a close friend of Agnan Fumerol. We now gather all information related to Agnan Fumerol and I will share the folder as soon as possible. Get
, colleague, etc. ... "
Commissioner Champagnole silently read the letter. It can not suppress a remark aloud
- All that it does not help my investigation. I believe we will disperse.
- You say? the mayor asked, curious, eager.
- Yes, after all I can tell you what I think. People cons of espionage since I am informed Monday that Fumerol was killed by an undercover agent, a woman who works for us and has officially been bribed by a foreign service. All this for an encoding method invented by Fumerol.
- Ah, I am Olga Code-Olby. I read the novel ...
Lenoir - No, you Lenoir led by boat. It is a code that allows Zero-Zero désécrire of a text.
- Désécrire? You mean delete? As with an eraser ...
- Right. Fumerol was willing to sell us his technique. I had met here at the police barracks and later at Vincennes. And then I was told his mysterious death. And colleagues from the DGSE think there was a mole among us. It remains to get her out of her molehill and loop ... and twist! This type of Bastia is invent a dark history of Corsican nationalists and racketeering! One would think that your Fumerol had the art of making enemies ...
- Besides Joel Lenoir, and his actress Peltard bobble ...
- asked Commissioner Champagnole in the hall, the door ajar announcement by the puffy face of the keeper.
- I go ... It
CWO Caillac which to communicate urgent information to the commissioner. Bad news: the actress Marisa Albertos was hanged in his prison cell of Nevers, with a bead curtain, she had stolen into the parlor.
- A new fax, Mr. Commissioner.
Champagnole traverses the sheet extends his secretary. His face betrayed no reaction ...
Chapter 26: Joel Lenoir reinforcement.
This is serious. In the office of the mayor, a crisis is met. Slouched in an armchair Voltaire, Joel Lenoir smokes his pipe quietly, despite the ban represented by a panel just above him. Around the table, the mine dark, keen eye, are installed from left to right: Mayor Andrew Tavel, director of Centre Socio-Culturel Michel Guyard, journalist Jean-Pierre Mourlon, his colleague from the Jersey Journal du Centre Jean , Chief Warrant Officer Caillac gendarmette flanked by his favorite, the Commissioner Champagnole, the town clerk, the constable and the deputy mayor in charge of culture. His voice tenorino, Lenoir opened the debate:
- Working methodically, gentlemen - and ladies. Each and every one of you will tell aloud what he or she knows about the murder of Fumerol. Remember that it is in the common interest and that any retention of an element, no matter how small it would be a hindrance.
An hour and three quarters later, ten people know as much as the average reader arrived at the beginning of this chapter. Lenoir took the floor again after blowing a few curls toward the ceiling:
- Well, we must now filter all this information. Let the facts, just facts.
1 killer - or the killer because I am convinced that it was a woman - came in the village hall, not by the door leading backstage on the boulevard, he would have left traces of mud, as you so aptly demonstrated, adjutant ... leader, with thongs of our computer. He went through the front door and, if he had a little water or mud underfoot, he wiped on the mat like everyone else, or he has scattered across the mud room.
2 ° The killer - or the killer - could not enter during the rehearsal. It was there before. Note that this afternoon of March 13, the village hall was open for 13 h 30, that two ladies were busy sweeping, cleaning chairs and the bar, and that repetition did not start until 3:30 p.m.. I checked each schedule. The killer snuck when the maids were at the bar or toilet, what do I know?
3 ° The killer - or the killer, I want to detail, yes, yes! - Hid in the wings. How did he, did she not to be seen or seen-uh by actors who regularly changed between sketches? He must have perfect knowledge of the area. So I discard a priori any foreign actor or parachuted to commit murder. You'll find that this detail is very important. 4 °
Our assassin - or murdered - has extensive medical knowledge. This was noticed by the coroners and Dr. Salusse. He or she could get of succinylcholine, a derivative of curare used in hospitals and the fatal overdose to make, using a mini-syringe, to adapt this craft into a blowgun and blow strong enough. In my opinion, there were not six feet, but four, four and a half I've been measuring this morning. 5 °
arrives the episode of the tassel. The night of the murder, I breezed past the Hall holidays, after your departure and evacuation of the corpse. I had been warned of murder by Jeremy Duchemin. I spotted the absence of the tassel. My wife pointed out that some small decoration of public buildings, such as the tassel, fringe curtain, the planters, etc. ... sometimes find themselves in the interiors of private luxury homes. It became a sport for the ladies of high society to recover these ornaments and to incorporate them in their decorations. Do not say no, Mr. Mayor, I saw you two old buttons at the gates of the post ... The tassel has brought you Albertos the actress. It is unfortunately deceased. But his suicide is not an admission ...
6 ° exit and escape from the killer - the killer - fewer questions. Taking advantage of the uproar that greeted the performance Agnan Fumerol, it was easy to exit through the door leading directly onto the boulevard and disappearing into his car, or a car driven by an accomplice.
7 ° The problem is the use of the blowpipe. A relatively rare among us, more common among Papuans and the Guarani of Brazil. It would bring the suspects and make them pass a test. But above all, who are the suspects? What are their grounds? I hear you, ladies and gentlemen!
Everyone looks at his neighbor, his neighbor, then the ceiling where smoke coughed up by Lenoir drew a halo of pale pink, then the windows behind which a rainstorm drowned the place Guy-Coquille. The mayor gave his opinion first:
- In my opinion, is the actress committed suicide. We will however make it difficult to breathe into a blowpipe. The director may be able to ... testify
- Wrong, my dear, is a spy infiltrated our police to derail the acquisition of the Code Zero-Zero, all the information I provided consistent, comes Champagnolle compelling. I wonder if she is not in the police ...
At these words, gendarmette stands crimson and protests his honor. His supervisor comes to the rescue:
- It would not rather in the Scientific Police? You have spoken well of some Carole who was paying serious attention to Fumerol? And it's weird that it does not participate in the survey.
- I told you she had a broken wrist and is undergoing rehabilitation at Neuilly.
- Sur Seine? Mourlon naively asked. Because of Neuilly, there has hordes in France.
- Sur Seine?
- Yeah, what, the Municipality of Sarko. Your Carole, she has medical knowledge, is not it? To work in your lab is the minimum.
- She studied biology.
- And it would not have signed a few love letters "adored your chick? I found a few copies in the mail ... Fumerol
- In this case, the deputy mayor intervenes, it remains only to stop it. But where is she? Do you have an idea, Mr. Commissioner?
- in Neuilly, I told you.
- Sur Seine?
- You will not start. We'll check.
The policeman who had not yet acted, raises another possibility:
- And the Corsicans in there? Z'auraient-y not send a commando to kill kamichoses Agnan?
Commissioner Champagnole smiled.
- I do not believe in this track, also my colleague sent me Santucci earlier fax. The investigation was closed there. The warden gave the order to abandon proceedings against any Frimbolacci and release. This is a guy who works for Senator Gelatt, and Senator weighs big electoral weight. With elections in a month and a half, you know ...
- Me, I suspect another, suggests the director of the Socio-Cultural Centre. The doctor's assistant Salusse was very present with him when he was pronounced dead Fumerol. Lesemeur you remember?
- Yes, absolutely.
- And she has done absolutely nothing, if not check the curtains and close the door to the wings on the boulevard.
- You're right, Michael. And then?
- It has the medical knowledge, it is internal to the University of Clermont with my niece.
- And she knows to exhale as a blowgun? Mayor asks ironically.
Investigators are separating. Appointment is made for the next day, same time, same place. Order is given to the two journalists did not divulge any indiscretion. The Journal of the Centre will only a paragraph in the local page, where it will be very measured in terms stated that "the police, the gendarmerie and the mayor work hand in hand and everything will be implemented soon to unmask the culprit this cowardly assassination orphan who leaves the city one of its best citizens. "In the long gray limousine driver as his butler, Joel Lenoir returns to his mansion, he hums a tune of java ...
Chapter 27: pullet and jib.
CWO Caillac is not satisfied with the investigation which is dispersed, which escapes and trampling. "How? Leave a vulgar crime writer giving us a lesson! This Champagnole doubts nothing with his spy. And the other, the director of the Centre Social, instead of repairing the premises, he dares to accuse the doctor's assistant. This Nicole Del Rio, brilliant student who makes so many services at the hospital, I do not see how it could be involved in the murder. It has an indisputable alibi. At 16 h 45, she accompanied the doctor on his rounds, the agenda of the medical secretary is accurate, I did check with the sick by Constable Lecogneur, no mistake, this one is meticulous. Even alibi for the doctor, they were together, they also do not leave, but that's another matter. And now that the back Guyard. I know he can not Piffer the doctor. Same for the mayor. It's all here ... and company policy as in Corsica. What we need is to find the kitty, in Neuilly. I'm going to see Mourlon. Me not seem to have both feet in the same shoe, this one. He found clues in the mail of Fumerol. Between us, we'll toast this prétentiard Champagnole ... and its scientific methods. "
At night, arrived in Caillac Fumerol room, where Jean-Pierre Mourlon Navarro was busy watching the TV slimline scholar of the deceased. The journalist can not suppress a disapproving frown, but when the door opens again to allow the passage of the charming and debonair Debeers Marina Cocagne, he changed countenance:
- You just make a card game? Wait, I'll look for a pack of cards and Jenlain. I hope you like it ...
- Well, not too much humor ... it's bad for reflection.
Caillac briefly explains his expectations. The four henchmen share the contents of mailboxes and everyone getting down to the methodical search.
Time passes, the cans are emptied. The dawn point behind the curtains, garbage collectors go on the street, the gossips morning open their shutters and begin the exchange standard: "Y is not hot c'matin, EVEN Lesgourde. - Do you Loulou ar'gardé the baromèt'et one has to at least a week. - Oh no I'm gonna go shopping today, I'll take a stick of frozen and we still have two pieces of schnitzel of turkey in the fridge ... "Etc. .. etc ... etc ...
8 h 25 to the clock. CWO seems discouraged:
- Okay, I'll leave you. Duty calls me to post. Service, service, that's how we earn the ranks. Remember in the youngsters!
is the moment when the gendarmette exclaimed "Eureka! "She did not discover
buoyancy or even invented gunpowder. It is just between his knuckles and his manicured nails painted a postcard showing the village of Neuilly, in the canton of Brinon-sur-Beuvron. The back the card is simply the words: "Your hen cluck cluck that still Codette. The postmark of San Révérien, although offset in part, hints at a recent date: the 11 or March 7, 2007, just before the murder.
- I told you that Carole was not in Neuilly-sur-Seine, Neuilly but in another, but I did not think it would be so close to us ... and especially Fumerol.
- You did a good job, Mr. Journalist.
- All credit goes to miss Debeers.
- And where are our police? concerned about the mayor.
- On Mission in Neuilly, they went to challenge the chick.
Carole Nemo does not understand the case against him. She has agreed to follow the gendarmes Decize. She acknowledged having sent a few cards humorous Agnan Fumerol, it completely ignores the deaths. It was a game between them, nothing more. Not the slightest physical contact, of course. He, too, he was sending funny cards, besides she has two more in his bag, like "the best contraceptive method, put the pill between your knees and tighten miss strong" ... The ribaldry without consequence ... When
in the courtyard of the police, the CWO has set a target and he hands her a tube of polyester (substitute blowgun) asking him to send a dart at the center of the target, Carole Nemo further questions: is it a nightmare, a joke, an induction into the club of merry men of the brigade or a punishment? The large audience impressed. She refuses to run. When Constable Lecogneur approach his formidable hairy paw of her nostrils, she changes her mind, took his breath, the feeder tube, empty his cheeks and the dart passes three feet above the target, through the garden and adjoining sheet in the right buttock of the gardener (busy carving a Dogwood) screaming in pain:
- Janine, a hornet stung me!
- Do you, Roger, for this season!
The second test is more convincing: the arrow bounces against the wall and burst a tire on the bike stored near the target. The third and final attempt, he did not take place, the suspect was out of breath. Jean-Pierre
Mourlon and Joel Lenoir, who placed last among the official observers, are folded in half. Jean Jersey tries to capture the event, but its digital camera is not fast enough and the dart is unclear, as the target, as the shooter, as Background ...
For good measure, investigators submitting Nicole Del Rio, Assistant Salusse doctor, the same test. It fails to catch the dart in the tube when the first shot. The mayor, the deputy culture, the Commissioner and Constable Champagnole Cocagne struggling to loosen the gear, they suck and blow, which at one end of the tube, which at the time. Suddenly the dart is released and will step into the throat of the Commissioner CHAMPAGNOLE. It should be noted that thanks to the ultra-fast response and efficient medical student that ace of the Scientific Police still alive, however it will be deprived of a language and two inches of gum, which should not hamper too much in his future exploits.
"It's not for tomorrow's championship blowgun that I wanted to organize, think the director of the Socio-Cultural Centre. Too bad, we fall back on the launch of slippers or spit plum pits ... "Jean-Pierre
Mourlon turns to Chief Warrant Officer Caillac and winks:
- What a great idea you had to organize this year! Me, it makes me think of someone who has kief pipes and opium, it would be much more convenient than your gutter pipes ...
He turns. Behind him, JOEL LENOIR HAS ECLIPSE.
Chapter 28: Fumerol sown to the winds.
Mourlon Jean-Pierre returns home fire Agnan Fumerol. He would have wanted to start again on the banks of the Mediterranean. But he pledged to sort all the papers of his friend and he is very far from finishing the job ...
Opening the outer door, he sensed some unexpected disturbance. It stirs the other hand, in the garden. He heard loud voices, like a chant. The journalist runs on tiptoe the long corridor and gently pushes the garage door ... The surprise him breathless ...
- Hey ... But what are you doing, guys?
... In the garden, the two brothers wander Miquet humming, dressed in burlap bags, hair full of dust and cobwebs. They hit each other with a sort of chain ...
- You have become crazy! Stop your shit, guys ...
Raymond Miquet stares at the intruder with a disgusted look and retorted:
- we cover the ashes of repentance and clothes. Fasting and mourn our sins. Our God is love enough to forgive our sins.
- But still ... What does that mean?
- This is the prophet who wrote it.
- Which prophet? Mohammed?
- No, ignoramus! The prophet Joel! My brother, we are now on Ash Wednesday and we repent of our past sins. You should follow our example, for hell awaits you ...
Brothers Miquet, eaters priest from their communion, converted after hearing a preacher on Vatican Radio (connected by mistake on their old transistor while sought retransmission of a hockey game). Like all neophytes, they push the zeal to a climax.
- And the ashes you have on the skull, where then do they come? This would not by chance ...?
Yes, both Miquet, blinded by their desire for penance, opened the urn and they dispersed the last remnants of Agnan Fumerol! It is Andrew who Miquet concludes their macabre ceremony:
- At least, the ashes of Agnan used to something. We will smoke his garden ...
Maybe the end ...
Pierre Volut Sunday August 20, 2006, 9 h 22.
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NO FIRE WITHOUT Fumerol (Chapters 16-20)
Chapter 16: Lenoir bursts onto the screen.
"release from City Hall Decize. Yesterday evening, September 11, 2006, the good news reached us. Joel Lenoir, his wife and children were found unharmed by the Royal Moroccan police. So we celebrate together this release, the population has an appointment decizoise Today at 20: 30 am to the village hall, where will screen the short film directed by Moroccan journalists and transmitted via their website. Come. Signed: your mayor is thinking of you. "By raising its
mail Agnan Fumerol discovers this message printed on a sheet of arms of the city. Moments later, his transistor radio plugged into the local repeat the invitation.
At 20 h 40, the village hall is packed. Foremost, the mayor is surrounded by his staff. Sitting between the MP and the vice-consul of Morocco, Mr. Lesemeur, Deputy Mayor Worker culture, speechifying and gesticulating. The reporter for the Journal du Centre Jean Maillot, scrap the personalities behind the ears and taking notes.
On stage, a rickety scaffolding has been installed. Unable to find the big screen, the organizers are doing with the means at hand. The ingenious Michel Guyard, perched on a stool, armed with a hammer and tacks, fixed on a frame made of plywood and two large white sheets that his wife has entrusted it. The improvised screen does not lack speed, air currents transform intermittently sailing catamaran. Behind the table
board, the master computer Alexis Juliénas fiddles with the knobs of his twelve computers and five projectors. Crouching amid a tangle of cables, the master of his Daniel Réguer branch disconnects, reconnects, redébranche, detangles, tangles, unwinding, winding, unwinding, grip, pick up and swears under his breath.
The public, white-hot by the music of rock band Hole Digestive, jumps up and claps his hands. Some impatient howl in a corner: "Start! Start! A few regulars enjoy the festivities of the delays inherent in the technique: leaning on the bar counter, they sip warm cans of Kronenbourg.
Agnan Fumerol sat in a corner. Through his dark glasses, he looks all the commotion, two rows below, the brothers Miquet, imperturbable under their hats with flaps and their K-Way blue screen set. Jérôme Duchemin paces in the lobby. As for Zigzag, it is absent, he locks a nightcap at St. Pourçain bistro nearby, waiting for the movie begins ...
The lights go out gradually. The screen is scanned stripes, spots shapeless figures parading decrescendo. A group of children chanted in a position " 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Zero! And the smiling face of Joel Lenoir appears. As Christ on Veronica's veil. A curly beard, forehead wrinkles crossed, heart in mouth, the young novelist is really appealing. Besides the assistance mark with an "Oh! "Strong admiration for the hero of the day. Three damsels vanish. Mr. Lesemeur raises his head.
followed, at a rate of darbuka, title, subtitles and credits: "REUNION. Morning of the Sahara and Maghrib-Video. Directed by Hassan Alaoui. Pictures Tidjani Soum. Under the patronage of His Excellency Moulay Kabouya. With the help Royal Gendarmerie of Morocco. Sound: Faouzi Lahyani. Etc ... etc ... "The editor did not skimp on the generic set is the least mentioned with all references and family (most are unfortunately unemployed).
A young reporter from the newspaper Le Matin du Sahara occupies the screen for twelve full minutes. He explained in great length the importance of the 7th Feast of the Throne, "a time to reaffirm the symbiosis between the King, His Majesty Mohamed VI, may God protect him and gives him a long life, and his people." It lists the multitude of official guests, including which include "a young French novelist full of talent, wisdom and humor, including the recent masterpiece had the good fortune to entertain His Majesty has deigned to offer him a stay in a suite at the back of the left wing of his Royal Palace in Agadir, all expenses paid, open bar, wave pool, private beach, camel rides, barbecue every night Gnawa dances, Fantasia in the late afternoon, optional excursions, reductions of 15% after haggling in the Grand Souk in Agadir and Brothers Stores Lassaker ... "
- Alas, the wondrous stay has become a nightmare, continues the voice of Joel Lenoir.
Amid palm trees and dunes, the writer tells his own capture, detention "in an old ruined fort, somewhere between the blue sea and sky relentless atrocious." Archival footage then shows the Royal Moroccan Forces dealing with rebels, labeled as "stinking jackals" and "vipers horned Satan." Excerpts from Matin du Sahara trace the patient tracking who helped dismantle a gang of traffickers in contraband, which operated between the Canary Islands, Western Sahara, Mauritania and Senegal.
Reappears then the brave journalist who was the first issued Joel Lenoir, his wife and children. In flowery language, he claims to possess incredible feats. He pointed forehead, stands atop a dune, against a heavily armed bandits swarm. He jumped through a tank on fire, he crawled into an anthill.
After evacuating these set pieces, it is clear to the public that the removal of decizois Joel Lenoir was indeed a picaresque adventure. When the reporter found the missing, they wandered, haggard, hirsute, desperate, thirsty (forced to drink their own urine), almost starving (he their dates were five, six Turkish delight and a cracker) for three days and two nights on the border of Mauritania. From their first reports, their abductors belonged to a dead branch of the former Polisario Front. The motive for the abduction is incredible: Sidi Ould M'hamed Seddik Ech Charef, the head of the commando, wanted to become acquainted with the author of a novel he had picked up on the beach in Dakhla and that was probably lost by a European tourist or an immigrant. He later learned the phone Arabic course, Lenoir mop around.
Overall stay forced the writer to his admirer went quite well, except the last three days, hounded on all sides, the kidnappers abandoned cowardly hosts / hostages. All the rest is literature ...
The writer returns to the screen to embrace his saviors, and declare that he is now about a new masterpiece. It then goes to Decizois and zois:
- I am very ...
Nobody will ever know what it is, because at that precise moment, the screen ignites and the electric meter jumps. A short circuit caused unintentionally by Raymond Miquet who filed his umbrella on a retractable power strip poorly insulated. An incident that shuts down all electronic equipment. The sound engineer Daniel Réguer bursts into tears, the master computer and rips off beard Michel Guyard already see the shouting match that his bourgeois going to happen.
- Well, it's a little thanks to me, all that being said Agnan Fumerol.
- What do you still have caused?
"This bug fliquette is still around ..."
Chapter 17: "All the finest guitars was there. "
- Bastiacci collanu è falanu EP Piazza San Nicula.
- Bravo. You have almost the accent! Jean-Pierre
Mourlon, sitting in his wheelchair, review the lesson 16 (sedecesima lezzione) Method Assimil''The Corsican without penalty.'' Philippe Tamburini and Agnan Fumerol take turns to push it. Indeed, some old townsfolk come and go on the Place Saint-Nicolas. They urge the libecciu not because this wind from the sea, stood up and this morning it is cold.
- Do you think they will soon go down? inquired Philip. Me, gimme that thirst to watch all that water.
- There's something for just five minutes from the calms Agnan. Afterwards, we will celebrate the reunion at Bar San Petrone. I told the waiter to bring two bottles of muscat cool.
- I hope it's good. I drink till no cheap wine for tourists.
- Do not worry! Orenga Gaffory of the first juice.
But what awaits our trio so on the morning of December 22, 2006?
Santa Claus? Godot? L'Arlesienne?
No, just came Agnan Fumerol receive its last guests, Miquet brothers. Because the two fellows are afraid to go by plane. So they came by boat.
With them would come as Mr. Zigzag. But he was overlooked in Marseille. Arrived at the Gare Saint-Charles TGV, he wanted to make a detour to the Old Port, just to check if the pastis tasted better here than in his usual cafés. And then, out of''Chez Marius and Fanny Meeting'', he inquired of a native (an Armenian), which could start from the ferry. The Marseilles has presto oriented small shuttle that runs through the Old Port of the Hotel de Ville to the auction, the famous ferry bohatte Caesar. Since then, Zigzag goes from one bank to another, asking if it is still far Corsica. The last assistant
Agnan Fumerol, Jeremy Duchemin, is in Corsica last week. Not listening to the advice of Aboriginal, he launched hard on the course of GR 20, the snowy trail. At last, he was rescued by a shepherd on the side of the neck of Vergio, and nursed her double pneumonia and toes frozen to the hospital in Corte.
- they are!
Dede and Raymond Miquet descend from cargo ship Kallisté. Loaded like donkeys, multiple bags hanging from the shoulders and neck, cameras slung over their shoulders, they lag behind a huge metal canteen. Agnan and Philip, after the usual greetings, help raise the bulky baggage.
- But what do you make here, guys? An anvil? Gold bars? A 75 gun?
- Not at all, "says Raymond. Only gifts and a few clothes. As we were not sure of the weather, it took business suits, winter coats, blankets, boots, ski, fleece leggings and cream to tan.
- You look very pale, gentlemen, says Philippe Tamburini. The crossing was stormy that night?
- It's not exactly right. It's meal last night. Andre wanted to take five times the bouillabaisse, and he vomited all night in the cabin. We could swim in its droppings, if you forgive me.
- It could have gone down the toilet ...
- Not possible. I was there, it's the cheese that gave me the turista.
- Come, we will treat you. Here are cured quickly, is not it Jean-Pierre?
Agnan turns to Jean-Pierre Mourlon which makes it a snap. A former reporter for the Literary Magazine is itself came to Corsica in late October for a recovery which will be transformed gradually into permanent installation. 25000 € as he reported on various items and his car Fumerol published by Auto-Moto Gala, The Pilgrim, La Vie du Rail, O Diario de Noticias, The Financial Times, Izvestia Rzeczpospolita and allowed him to rent a nice little studio, the waterfront, close to home Agnan. He tied with Phil Tamburini and regulars of the bar A Paticchja Marina; they have corsisé his name and know more than Ghjuvan-Petru Murloni.
- Tell me, Mr. Agnan, except us Duchemin two and the poor, who have you invited to your party?
- "All the finest guitars ..." to parody the great George. I intend to make you spend a night of sensational Christmas. The continent, waiting Loubet Jean-Do and his Jazz Club Moulins-Engilbert, the virtuoso gypsy Llenafonès Chico and his flamenco dancer Violeta, the gypsy group of Bridescu Dragomir, King of Rai Farid Benzabet of 9-3, the hurdy-gurdy Morvandiau Francis Godillot Igor Boudronoff and balalaika. There will be some singers: the opera diva Mary-Jo Glasgow MacJin the wahine Tirati'ai Tameo, together with her ukulele, the winner of Star Academy, Valeria Sumi. And then, there will be a big participation of musicians from Corsica, Pierre-Paul Fisel, Angel Spaladini, Anto 'Sommuvicu, Bibill' Bevilapero, and even the singer Eric Mattei, who lives in the nearby town. Unfortunately, I regret the withdrawal of Dutronc, Jacques has a loss of voice and Thomas sprained his wrist in picking arbutus. Not serious, they will be replaced by Dede Parlaveloci Barattini and Charlot, two aces of chjami e respondi, the gus who improvise in turn, I translate, it's pretty funny in general. You'll see, or rather you hear. You will not regret the trip!
December 25, late morning, Agnan Fumerol has a cap of lead. It opens slightly painful left eye and right and mutters
- They make a racket. They might let me sleep ... What time? Ah, already half past eleven. It will take me to go ... Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!
In the kitchen, turned into a battlefield, and the brothers Jean-Pierre Miquet Mourlon lunch, they accompany humming fire Tino Rossi Petit Papa Noel whines on TF1. The Ricoré friend, a kind neighbor, paid them large bowls a mixture of brown. Maestro Jean-Do Loubet out of the fridge, ice in the mane, the flamenco dancer cut slices of coppa with a machete; gypsies wash their underwear in the sink. Everywhere the ground is littered with glasses, empty bottles, paper plates, plastic forks, corks and capsules. What a mess! But what a memorable feast!
Agnan Fumerol happening in the garden has been through a hurricane that night. Chairs, tables, musical instruments, lanterns, firecrackers fireworks, clothing, shoes, bottles and over again! The neighbor's pool is filled with a mixture of champagne and beer as the chestnut are busy lap cats, dogs, birds and even a cow ...
- Fum'rol mister, you have a gift for you! Both
Miquet blush, eyes fixed on a large roll of cardboard packaging they shred.
- Ah, that's nice! But what could it be?
Agnan Fumerol not believe his eyes. Miquet brothers brought him a large church banner: a mitred figure surrounded by the inscription "Saint Aignan pray for us."
- But where did you find this flag?
- Dede who is Dive into the church Luthenay. It was used more for at least forty years. And then there is more than cure, so ...
- You m'faire pleasure to go and see your return. I do not want history with the mayor of Luthenay. That it is not convenient ...
- was believed to do well, us. I figured informed, St. Aignan was bishop of Orleans. He pushed the Vikings. So we thought qu'ça interest you, what are you so wise ...
- By the way, I have received messages ...
branch Agnan his computer and, after some Ads for Orange, Orangina, Lemon and Citroën, he discovered the following messages: Message from Mr
Agnan Fumerol: agnanfumerol@wanadoo.fr
You received 4 messages / unread message
No. 1: Pol-sc. celspé / Champagnole @ gouv.fr
agnanfumerol@wanadoo.fr
At 21 h 50
24.12.2006 Subject: possible agreement.
"Confidential. With the agreement of the Minister and the hierarchy, I am pleased to announce that your code 00 and techniques désécriture We are very interested and we're ready to buy, if you still agree. We hope to see you this week at Fort Vincennes, to consider the terms of use and adequate remuneration. Senior Commissioner Rene Champagnole, Chief of Police Special Cell Scientist. "
Message No. 2 In A poulette-adorée@triscoli.fr
agnanfumerol@wanadoo.fr
0 h 01
12/25/2006 Subject: Young and the Restless.
"Agnan, I love you, I go crazy. Answer me quickly. Your little fliquette adored. She who knows all your thoughts. Love. "
Message # 3 From polar-lenoir@wanaddo.fr
A agnanfumerol@wanadoo.fr
12/25/2006 10 h 25
Subject: On the Job
"Mr. Agnan Fumerol. I need you. It's urgent. For a new thriller. Remember that you belong to me. I am your sole inventor and I know my rights. Joel Lenoir, writer. "
Message # 4 From centuri-masquedor@hotmail.fr
A agnanfumerol@wanadoo.fr
12/25/2006 11 h 07
Subject: Proposed Edition.
"OK to publish No Smoke without Fumerol. Contract under consideration. € 50,000 allowance will arrive shortly. Marcel Centuri Publishing Masqued'Or. "
Chapter 18: The Marquis on the boards.
- Uncle, it's not my fault ...
- No. I know. I blame your father and your mother more than yours ... How are they going?
- Not bad, thank you. When they heard you were sick, they sent me to you.
- Ah! Why are they not come themselves?
- Well, Agnan! You play fair. Snape and aristocracy at a time. But you, Nicolas would require you to take more confidence ... Good God, it sounds like you then visit an ogre ... "Not MMAL, I remmmercie. That's not true ... You fear to pick up a wallop, perhaps? You're not a kid, and he's almost dying! And it's a Rich Uncle. Understood? Robert
Peltard wonders why he accepted this new fad of Agnan Fumerol. Staging the new de Maupassant, okay. Playing with fans of a Socio-Cultural Centre, he has done this more than once. It's not fun to be intermittent spectacle, much less since the reform of the statute. After the failure of semi-Dom Juan at the Festival d'Avignon, Robert Peltard found himself, like the grasshopper in the fable, not tour without troops, without a program for the winter. He then received a mail from his old buddy. Agnan Fumerol had just read a short story entitled The Marquis de Maupassant Fumerol and, as usual, he threw himself headlong into a theater project. The Director of Centre Socio-Cultural Decize, the head of the Municipal Office of Culture and a dozen volunteers had followed, and now they had to coordinate, advise, connect, mentor, calm and above all their enthusiasm learn what the real theater ...
Exhibit scheduled for the end of the week is titled Let's laugh and shudder with Guy de Maupassant. A title a bit corny, but it took to end six hours of discussions and disputes among participants. Robert Peltard managed to find a common thread between the stories as varied as the string, Miss Pearl, Replacement, Room Eleven, A Ruse and The Marquis of Fumerol. The amateur actors are almost all Decizois except Marisa Albertos, a veteran of the troupe Peltard specialist roles of great love.
course Agnan Fumerol held himself to play several roles, including the Marquis, a former colonel of cavalry, who fell out with his family, professed atheism and leads a quiet life club chair until ... where the day is announced his next death. During rehearsals, Fumerol was totally identified with what he called his great-uncle. With a false beard, a monocle and a cane-sword, a glass of cognac in hand, half-reclining on a sofa, it looks great. This contrasts with ease the awkwardness of his cronies, who take the stage for the first time in their lives and imagine already Gerard Philipe or Catherine Deneuve. Nicolas Kazatchoff a teenager extended spotty and gangly, he co-starred in the scene where the nephew is making a last visit to the Marquis. Annie Chafrot, decked in an apron and a maid's cap, is back for several minutes, arms dangling to the side, which infuriates the director.
- Annie, for crying out loud! J't'ai said a hundred times to move! A maid, okay, here it comes, it deals with. I dunno, I wipe the table, arranges the cups, shakes the carpet ... but still not there like a post! And you two, the hussy, stop giggling! J'vois qu'vous good giggle ... Just because you play slut that must giggle! Oh, really, if the public wants Decize theater, must give good theater. We are not in a soap opera of TF 1, damn! What do you think Michael?
The Director of the Centre Socio-Cultural do not think anything. For him, aesthetic criteria are secondary to financial concerns. He wondered if he was right to promise to € 1500 Agnan Fumerol and calculates how long it will internally sell seats at 10 € for adults, 5 € for children and 2 € for members ... Typically, theater does not meet most of thirty to forty
Beijing ... The first is scheduled for March 17 and tonight, March 13 c'est la dernière répétition, la couturière. The costumes were cut and sewn by volunteers of the club of the Third Age. There are a few small flaws, the legs of trousers Nicolas him cover only half of the calves, that's more juvenile, and the neckline of one of two young women (the last master of the Marquis) reveals her navel and when she manages to stay a breast is the twin who escapes, it's more naughty, Alain Fernoux, who plays a priest, begins regular foot in his cassock, is that a joke unintended is sure to please the public.
After another rant against Daniel Robert Peltard Réguer, the master of his, who had the misfortune of trailing cable in the middle of the stage, the rehearsal resumes.
Five minutes later, the Marquis forcibly expel the priest and the pastor came to reconcile it with heaven. The maid Melanie, frightened from a whirlwind, moaning: "He died ... he died ... come fast ... he dies ..." The Marquis de Fumerol falls to the ground throughout the floor, and he moves no more.
Agnan Fumerol, perfectionist as always, transforms this into a real fall collapse. His monocle that rolls down the stairs leading to the backstage, his collar is undoes his right shoe springs and knocks over a table, his face contorted. A true stroke, larger than life.
unanimous applause of the bystanders.
- Well, well, I reckon the small go qu'cette scene hair. It remains to improve the diction of the two chicks. Not true, Corinne? When you say "My darling, you have to put the fire. Sensuality, damn it! That's how qu'tu causes your husband? And you, Gaelle, stop rolling 'r', is not a Morvandelle, your Viscountess. My little Marisa, you, you make great job as usual ... Robert
Peltard, despite his outbursts, is not displeased. Agnan made a good choice. These small scenes are funny, not too difficult to play, it should work ...
But, in fact, he is Agnan? This is not true that he remained lying Agnan ... oh! Hey! Standing idle! The House resumed it Eleven!
Chapter 19: The two dead Agnan Fumerol.
- Rise, Agnan was perfect!
- Ah! What a fall! There's no denying you're really gifted you ... You should make movies ...
- Come, get up! It includes the evacuation of the priest ... Agnan, wake up! Nerve, see!
Agnan did not fall. Now his eyes are rolled back. In his neck, a small peak was stuck, a little below the right carotid.
soon, it's panic in the team. Everyone wants to be helpful, telephone, short short beyond, we jostle, they cry, they moaned, shaking the corpse, he blows his nose, he moves his legs, the maid he administers mouth-to-mouth energetic; the false priest and mumbling false false pastor prayers, the director of Centre Socio-Cultural revises downward its projections of revenue, the Deputy Mayor for Culture wrings hands, the head of the sound system to disconnect the speakers, at the bottom the village hall, two municipal employees drop their brooms and buckets to come more swiftly to news.
Finally, firefighters appear to barracks is only steps away. Dr. Salusse arises at the same time, accompanied by his assistant. We must face the facts: Agnan Fumerol is indeed dead. Norbert
Peltard sighs, a little jealous
- Death scene, what happiness for an artist! A bit like Molière
... But this is not a natural death.
The fire chief comes amid a tone unanswerable:
- It is essential to keep in place all the clues and body, as the constabulary did not ...
Precisely, two policemen and a gendarmette crossing the double door. While Chief Warrant Officer Caillac respectfully greet local dignitaries, his assistants, equipped with cameras, gloves nylon, transparent bags, tongs, a brush, chalk color, specifications spiral and a tire changer, busy around the body of fire Agnan Fumerol.
Fifteen minutes later, the officer gente Marina Debeers report comes in and starts at attention you:
- This man has been killed Chef!
- We knew it, "replies the sergeant-major, smiling at the beginner.
- Sting with a mini-syringe sent in the right jugular vein through a type of gear blowgun or similar tube. The first records show that the ballistic shooter was standing backstage at a distance of about six meters and it was invisible. The colleague Cocagne looking prints, but the door leading backstage Boulevard Galvaing was ajar ...
- Thank you, my little Fortiche Marina ... this young girl, said Chief Warrant Officer destined for the director and actors, gathered in a circle around him. We can now focus the body to hospital for autopsy. What do you think, Doctor?
- The autopsy, absolutely. I'm curious to know what product could also cause death by storm. Curare, acetylcholine high dose, juice-valley, hydrogen cyanide, water from the Old ... Loire
Speculation chemical doctor are interrupted by the policeman who Cocagne announces triumphantly
- Head! Chef! Interesting impressions on the ground! There is mud with traces almost legible. I checked out. Are there large pools of water while all around the village hall. The murderer could not avoid stepping in it. He wore odd shoes; reads like letters, and then a I a J, an M and a B or P. I take pictures and casts, chief?
- Of course, my little Julian. Another ace, this one. Pity that lack of energy when it is faced with the punks! J, I, M, B, P ... What can it be a logo, an advertisement? In all cases, This murderer was not discrete, or he wanted to claim his act. I read in the Figaro that terrorists from Al Qaeda voluntarily left their mark. But they have left Arabic script, is not it, sir Lesemeur?
- I, J, M, B, P, a Scrabble player, maybe ... "replied the deputy culture.
same evening Caillac going to the hospital to record the findings of coroners. The small syringe was filled with a derivative of curare, succinylcholine, a product used by anesthesiologists, but the dose, it seems, was multiplied by 50. CWO sent one of his men at the chemist Yvon cuaderna, cons for a second opinion.
Dismay at Decize. The mayor has decided that funerals should be held. But he needed the permission of the family. An emergency team is responsible to contact the three successive wives and children of the scholar, his friends and acquaintances, his disciples, indicators, colleagues es-universal sciences, not to mention the press and the many societies which Agnan Fumerol provided articles and contributions. The whole night, the town clerk and two contractors rush to telephone, computer keyboard, they send e-mail, SMS, SOS, text messages, faxes and all kinds of messages, the mayor released a old device semaphore stored in an attic of the hotel city since the last war, it installs on a balcony and begins to shake in all directions when he realizes that the manual was misplaced.
early morning, Andrew Tavel and town clerk are exhausted. They have managed to prevent that two ex-wives of the scholar. One, Marianne, is cruising the Caribbean with her last husband, a wealthy American producer of peanut butter in Savannah, Ga., she promises to come to Decize aboard the personal jet businessman, you just have to prepare him a safe landing. The other, Mary Theresa, fled from his divorce in a Tibetan monastery, will unfortunately not move, but she promised to run a mill prayer for the repose of the soul of the deceased and his reincarnation in a zebu . As for Margaret, the farmer lost green on the Causse de Sauveterre, it could not be reached, the factor of the village of Sainte-Enimie has promised to prevent the next tour on the set, after the thaw. It will, alas, too late for the funeral ...
- So this coffee, it comes from?
is still the keeper who is responsible to pick up the cup of the mayor at the nearest bar.
- The bistro is not open yet, sir ... the mayor
- Well, have it open. I need a coffee ... I
The secretary is the bit mask its eyes:
- And his children, it will not be of the pie. Y everywhere, in Baden-Baden, Brive-la-Gaillarde to Timbuktu, Vancouver. What language do we speak in Vancouver, the mister mayor?
- I do not know me, it sounds like a Flemish name, Vancouver. Talk to them in Belgium, it will include bin. What bothers me is murder. Who could kill Agnan Fumerol? I think he had not only friends, but still! After the death of Joel Lenoir, its removal I mean, we did not need it to Decize.
- You do not qu'Lenoir could be involved in this murder?
- after all, Lenoir will probably help us. It became a bit specialist assassinations. I'll say two words to Warrant Caillac.
- Assassinations fictional ... but not real ...
- Look, when we speak of the wolf ... Caillac Hello. So anything new?
- Pouh! A red herring. My assistant Cocagne, a little guy trained in new methods, found footprints in the form of letters. It was thought that the killer was denounced by his shoes. And then, my son, who was active in the Young People ...
- What is it? A judo club?
- No, it sarcozienne youth, youth of the UMP if you prefer.
- You know I'm not from there ... c'bord
- No problem. J'continue. My son showed me that the Young thongs Popular touted him on the beach of La Baule last summer. They leave traces on the ground "UMP" So we tried that, apart from my son, has tatane Decize this model and found. There are not three, there are two. My kid what was not there when Agnan received his dart, he was at Bournemouth with his grandmother. The other is the guy from IT, Alexis Julien. And just Juliénas came to the village hall to borrow a key UMP, no, j'embrouille, he had a USB lent to Réguer. It happened an hour before the murder was eight witnesses. At the time of the murder, was Juliénas Devay, he collected the snails in a trace. It was cooked, not the snail, the computer, his alibi holds up. Nothing to do with these tracks ...
- And the actors of the troupe?
- impeccable. I asked them one by one, separately. None were in the wings when the murder. As the director, not the least suspicion, moreover your assistant sat next to him. Was out two municipal employees in vicinity, who were cleaning the bar, but in fact, they were cleaning the bar, which is at the other end of the room ... So we must move towards an outsider. And, according to the doctors, that someone would have s'rait notions of medicine or chemistry.
- You've checked the alibi of Dr. Salusse? He was very present ...
- You're wrong. He was named to 17 h 08, his medical secretary records all calls to the standard. And murder is s'rait product at 16 h 54 or 55, according to the rental of sound.
- The mister mayor! That's it. I managed to contact children. It's not been easy qu'ça silk.
The town clerk wears a face as red as a poppy, sweat dripping from her hair crazy, but she seems happy. His endless phone calls helped unearth the Agnan Fumerol six children, their spouses, their descendants and a few close friends over the market. All can not come to Decize for the funeral, due to the remoteness and availability. But all and all have been prevented. Mission accomplished.
- Okay, my little Isabelle. Now will have to prepare my speech. Not too long, I beg you ... And not too many big words, I hate it.
CWO Caillac, before returning to his barracks, twirls in the office, it raises issues, ferrets behind the chairs, casually back corner of a carpet, passing an index on a package of stealth municipal ballots. Mayor eyes follow this ride that annoys:
- It's not qu'vous m'soupçonnez now?
- Not at all. But I hesitated to invite you to a small search.
- As head of public order in my town, I demand to be participate. It's my duty. You have a suspect?
- Well, yes. Lenoir, Lenoir ...
Joel - Lenoir! But you can not think! A famous writer, the glory of the town ... You did not think the scandal!
- He must, however. Do not worry, it's just a formality. I promise you that we remain within the limits of courtesy. With us, there will be a journalist, a friend of Fumerol, who has already come to Decize last summer. Sometimes the train of 10 h 45. He comes to the funeral and he wished also to make an inquiry. So rather than let him see the bracket and say anything, we will frame it.
Chapter 20: Visit to the manor.
Both cars halt in front of a monumental scale. A few strokes are enough alarm to alert the guard. Flag takes a big man, dressed in knickers and a striped vest. A knife-face topped by barbed red hair, protruding incisors in a graying mustache.
- Methinks qu'c'est a Angliches suggests the mayor.
Indeed, the individual shows: "James Allgood, butler Master Lenoowar. A vôtwe seurvice, gentlemen! "As the novelist
is full of reflection, it is strictly forbidden to enter by car into the park. That is why the butler prompt and honorable gentlemen visitors to follow in the path winding. An alley named Conan Doyle Lane, a small sign indicated on each side. Moreover, all paths, glades, pools of English park received a name: Raymond Chandler 35th Street, Avenue Hercule Poirot, Boulevard Izzo, Allée Charles Exbrayat, the Ruelle Jean Ray , Carrefour Leo Malet Impasse Frederic Dard ...
- Well, it is original, Basin Thousand Lotus Judge Ti. It is a Chinese? CWO seems intrigued.
- Vô do not know the judge Ti? An old Chinese judge twwès famous.
- And Seicho Matsumoto, is still a Chinese?
- No, this is a Japanese novelist. Vo and see, in turn, this large lawn is Baskerville Green, a great cricket ground for Training with children msieu.
- Boulevard Gaston Leroux off a funny smell, sudden Mourlon comment. Cocote it, say so!
- This is the perfume of the woman in black.
- And Now Maurice Leblanc street lined with lupines! What a strange taste. But tell me, Leroux, Leblanc, Lenoir, would not something fishy?
- What? A needle? I do not Understand needle here, excuse me, Sir! Jean-Pierre
Mourlon interrupted his thoughts to see the mansion that appears in their eyes at the last turn of the Conan Doyle Lane. Topped by a dozen turrets, the main facade is decorated with various emblems and caryatids, presumably to remind the rich history of the mansion and its successive owners.
- Do not think that this castle is a historic monument, said the mayor. It is an early twentieth nobliau century who had built from scratch. In style, in my opinion very pretentious of the Belle Epoque ...
- You mean the Earl of Preux-Dreze, Mourlon queries.
- How? You know?
- Agnan I was introduced. Or frankly, he showed me his grave, and he explained his exploits, his genealogy, its benefits ...
- is his great-granddaughter, the Baronne de La Tour Who wilt that the sold to our friend Joel Lenoir. These aristocrats, they have a sou ... While our young prodigy has struck gold. You, with your talent, Mr. Journalist, and especially with your relationship, you should also write novels.
In the hall, a wall is covered by a gigantic array of pipes pearl, meerschaum, exotic wood, shiny metal, amethyst, plastic; of cutty of sailors, kief pipes and opium a peace pipe Algonquin, the cigarette holder gold side by side with cigars of all shapes: gran panatela Davidoff 19, churchill first choice, Upmann, san cristobal, habana special ... Facing the inevitable hang portraits of the masters of detective fiction : Agatha Christie and Mary Roberts Rinehart seem to flirt with John Cassels and Alfred Hitchcock; Mickey Spillane because of the eye to Patricia Highsmith; Frederic Dard fathom, ironically Jean Bruce. And, standing in a niche before the monumental staircase, a bust of the master of the house Joel Lenoir (a recent work of the famous Arman) smiles to visitors. A motto is engraved on the staircase:
"Run, run, Holmes and Watson!
Do not pass it up the bandit!
Look, look, magnifying glass,
The evils of this great rascal! "James Allgood
cleared to leave the charming wife of the master is pleased to welcome Mr. Mayor, Mr. journalist and CWO. Sophie Lenoir is wearing a pink kimono. In the folds of silk, there are several replicas of Japanese prints, is surprised that Mourlon dating from the Meiji-Dan-Lébabâ.
- If these gentlemen can wait a few minutes. I'll let Joel. In the meantime, sit in the lounge. I prepared a tea of Assam and some brownies ...
"Me, I'd rather a good jigsaw slab drizzled with a little dry white, say they are internally and at the same time the three visitors.
The wait is not long. Time to browse a number of the Strand Magazine. Time to swallow a mouthful of tea arch-burning and choking on a mouthful of cake chalky. The butler came back. Ramrod straight cricket, he announces:
- My Master IS PWET Vô to receive. But beware of his time. He has a lot of occupations.
's study of the novelist is an exact replica of the office of Sherlock Holmes. One would think that Lenoir was transporting furniture 221b Baker Street with him: the clock, the apron of the fireplace, pedestal tables, chair, Victorian woodwork, the violin in its case, carpets Hindustani Lenoir ... is there, deep in his chair, dressed in a macfarlane tartan, wearing a cap with a double flap, pipe in mouth, a magnifying glass in hand, plunged in meditation ...
- Ah, gentlemen, is the sad case of poor Fumerol intrigues me . Since this morning, I focus on certain details. There syringe, okay. But I think it is not essential. Have you thought about the curtain cord?
- The power of the curtain! What curtain?
CWO rubs his cheek. He had not thought about the curtain of the Village Hall. And if the killer had touched the curtain and let new tracks ... Lenoir continues, as if he could read the thoughts of Caillac:
- is exactly what I told myself, when I learned the circumstances of the murder. At least, that you have leaked in the press. Consultant
his pocket watch, the novelist exclaimed
- Ah, but it is already eleven forty-seven! I think we have just three minutes ... it will be ... ... after
- Three minutes for what?
- To unmask the culprit, of course. " Elementary, my dear Sir!
- Chief Warrant Officer, please! Caillac replies, outraged many indecency. If you have a tip, I suggest you rather to help us. This murder is not the novel, my little gentleman! Moreover, it is to ask you that we came here not to listen to your rantings ...
- Calm down, Caillac!
Andrew Tavel is embarrassed. He foresaw a scene. Chief Warrant Officer is able to drive to the police Lenoir and keep six days in custody, under the recent anti-terrorist law. With handcuffs, tough interrogation and everything. It's hard to Decize not care!
Two hours later, our three investigators out of the dining room of Joel Lenoir, serene, satisfied, somewhat elated. The novelist has chosen for lunch. Oh, not a treat, just a plate of haggis and a plum-pudding with currants, a few pints of red beer and a bowl of brandy. This is not the quality of the fodder that has attracted, it is the path of the deductions of the illustrious author. Almost as subtle as its British model. According
Lenoir, the murderer of a woman would Agnan Fumerol. Without moving from his chair, he reviewed all elements of the decor. And he accepted that a cleaning lady told Jean Maillot, the reporter of the Journal of the Centre: "The power of the curtain on the side of the slide right, lost her pompom. Now, the murderer had, inevitably, park near the cord, according to reports the officer's ballistic Debeers. And the killer is a killer, because who but a woman could steal this pompom? A Chief Warrant Officer Caillac to continue the investigation ...
CWO has tried to probe Lenoir on its own activities at the time of murder. Impossible to know what was the writer. "Preparation of a new storyline, correction of a page of the novel Lost in the vast desert, picking spinach in the garden (!!!), appointment at the dentist transcendental meditation, regardless of quintessence to the service station nearest ... Such are the vague answers of the novelist.
is pouring rain as the mayor, the chief warrant officer and the reporter traveled to the charge of Conan-Doyle Lane. The curupixas microphollys bordering the aisle are too stunted to serve as their shelter.
Taking the wheel of his van, thinking Caillac following survey:
"I'd like to check the alibis of the novelist, but the mayor will get upset if I board his protege ... In any case, I keep an eye on him. I will send Cocagne monitor its park ... If a girl has done once, it was not penguins! Neither tubarde! Shoot the blowgun to six feet and hit so right ... And why did he speak for three minutes before ... What? I think that he damn well for us, my Sherlock ... "In his
Vel Satis-function, the mayor is worried, too.
- Mourlon Sir, would you have a moment? Before you deposit at the hotel, I would like you to take a look at the speech I prepared - I had prepared by my secretary, I should say - for tomorrow morning. You must be used. You see, I was elected in 2000 and I still have trouble finding the words in such delicate circumstances.
- OK mister the mayor. It reminds me of Paris. I had to do for the negro and his Tiberi Bobonne for three years. Must earn a crust! Right?
Chapter 16: Lenoir bursts onto the screen.
"release from City Hall Decize. Yesterday evening, September 11, 2006, the good news reached us. Joel Lenoir, his wife and children were found unharmed by the Royal Moroccan police. So we celebrate together this release, the population has an appointment decizoise Today at 20: 30 am to the village hall, where will screen the short film directed by Moroccan journalists and transmitted via their website. Come. Signed: your mayor is thinking of you. "By raising its
mail Agnan Fumerol discovers this message printed on a sheet of arms of the city. Moments later, his transistor radio plugged into the local repeat the invitation.
At 20 h 40, the village hall is packed. Foremost, the mayor is surrounded by his staff. Sitting between the MP and the vice-consul of Morocco, Mr. Lesemeur, Deputy Mayor Worker culture, speechifying and gesticulating. The reporter for the Journal du Centre Jean Maillot, scrap the personalities behind the ears and taking notes.
On stage, a rickety scaffolding has been installed. Unable to find the big screen, the organizers are doing with the means at hand. The ingenious Michel Guyard, perched on a stool, armed with a hammer and tacks, fixed on a frame made of plywood and two large white sheets that his wife has entrusted it. The improvised screen does not lack speed, air currents transform intermittently sailing catamaran. Behind the table
board, the master computer Alexis Juliénas fiddles with the knobs of his twelve computers and five projectors. Crouching amid a tangle of cables, the master of his Daniel Réguer branch disconnects, reconnects, redébranche, detangles, tangles, unwinding, winding, unwinding, grip, pick up and swears under his breath.
The public, white-hot by the music of rock band Hole Digestive, jumps up and claps his hands. Some impatient howl in a corner: "Start! Start! A few regulars enjoy the festivities of the delays inherent in the technique: leaning on the bar counter, they sip warm cans of Kronenbourg.
Agnan Fumerol sat in a corner. Through his dark glasses, he looks all the commotion, two rows below, the brothers Miquet, imperturbable under their hats with flaps and their K-Way blue screen set. Jérôme Duchemin paces in the lobby. As for Zigzag, it is absent, he locks a nightcap at St. Pourçain bistro nearby, waiting for the movie begins ...
The lights go out gradually. The screen is scanned stripes, spots shapeless figures parading decrescendo. A group of children chanted in a position " 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Zero! And the smiling face of Joel Lenoir appears. As Christ on Veronica's veil. A curly beard, forehead wrinkles crossed, heart in mouth, the young novelist is really appealing. Besides the assistance mark with an "Oh! "Strong admiration for the hero of the day. Three damsels vanish. Mr. Lesemeur raises his head.
followed, at a rate of darbuka, title, subtitles and credits: "REUNION. Morning of the Sahara and Maghrib-Video. Directed by Hassan Alaoui. Pictures Tidjani Soum. Under the patronage of His Excellency Moulay Kabouya. With the help Royal Gendarmerie of Morocco. Sound: Faouzi Lahyani. Etc ... etc ... "The editor did not skimp on the generic set is the least mentioned with all references and family (most are unfortunately unemployed).
A young reporter from the newspaper Le Matin du Sahara occupies the screen for twelve full minutes. He explained in great length the importance of the 7th Feast of the Throne, "a time to reaffirm the symbiosis between the King, His Majesty Mohamed VI, may God protect him and gives him a long life, and his people." It lists the multitude of official guests, including which include "a young French novelist full of talent, wisdom and humor, including the recent masterpiece had the good fortune to entertain His Majesty has deigned to offer him a stay in a suite at the back of the left wing of his Royal Palace in Agadir, all expenses paid, open bar, wave pool, private beach, camel rides, barbecue every night Gnawa dances, Fantasia in the late afternoon, optional excursions, reductions of 15% after haggling in the Grand Souk in Agadir and Brothers Stores Lassaker ... "
- Alas, the wondrous stay has become a nightmare, continues the voice of Joel Lenoir.
Amid palm trees and dunes, the writer tells his own capture, detention "in an old ruined fort, somewhere between the blue sea and sky relentless atrocious." Archival footage then shows the Royal Moroccan Forces dealing with rebels, labeled as "stinking jackals" and "vipers horned Satan." Excerpts from Matin du Sahara trace the patient tracking who helped dismantle a gang of traffickers in contraband, which operated between the Canary Islands, Western Sahara, Mauritania and Senegal.
Reappears then the brave journalist who was the first issued Joel Lenoir, his wife and children. In flowery language, he claims to possess incredible feats. He pointed forehead, stands atop a dune, against a heavily armed bandits swarm. He jumped through a tank on fire, he crawled into an anthill.
After evacuating these set pieces, it is clear to the public that the removal of decizois Joel Lenoir was indeed a picaresque adventure. When the reporter found the missing, they wandered, haggard, hirsute, desperate, thirsty (forced to drink their own urine), almost starving (he their dates were five, six Turkish delight and a cracker) for three days and two nights on the border of Mauritania. From their first reports, their abductors belonged to a dead branch of the former Polisario Front. The motive for the abduction is incredible: Sidi Ould M'hamed Seddik Ech Charef, the head of the commando, wanted to become acquainted with the author of a novel he had picked up on the beach in Dakhla and that was probably lost by a European tourist or an immigrant. He later learned the phone Arabic course, Lenoir mop around.
Overall stay forced the writer to his admirer went quite well, except the last three days, hounded on all sides, the kidnappers abandoned cowardly hosts / hostages. All the rest is literature ...
The writer returns to the screen to embrace his saviors, and declare that he is now about a new masterpiece. It then goes to Decizois and zois:
- I am very ...
Nobody will ever know what it is, because at that precise moment, the screen ignites and the electric meter jumps. A short circuit caused unintentionally by Raymond Miquet who filed his umbrella on a retractable power strip poorly insulated. An incident that shuts down all electronic equipment. The sound engineer Daniel Réguer bursts into tears, the master computer and rips off beard Michel Guyard already see the shouting match that his bourgeois going to happen.
- Well, it's a little thanks to me, all that being said Agnan Fumerol.
- What do you still have caused?
"This bug fliquette is still around ..."
Chapter 17: "All the finest guitars was there. "
- Bastiacci collanu è falanu EP Piazza San Nicula.
- Bravo. You have almost the accent! Jean-Pierre
Mourlon, sitting in his wheelchair, review the lesson 16 (sedecesima lezzione) Method Assimil''The Corsican without penalty.'' Philippe Tamburini and Agnan Fumerol take turns to push it. Indeed, some old townsfolk come and go on the Place Saint-Nicolas. They urge the libecciu not because this wind from the sea, stood up and this morning it is cold.
- Do you think they will soon go down? inquired Philip. Me, gimme that thirst to watch all that water.
- There's something for just five minutes from the calms Agnan. Afterwards, we will celebrate the reunion at Bar San Petrone. I told the waiter to bring two bottles of muscat cool.
- I hope it's good. I drink till no cheap wine for tourists.
- Do not worry! Orenga Gaffory of the first juice.
But what awaits our trio so on the morning of December 22, 2006?
Santa Claus? Godot? L'Arlesienne?
No, just came Agnan Fumerol receive its last guests, Miquet brothers. Because the two fellows are afraid to go by plane. So they came by boat.
With them would come as Mr. Zigzag. But he was overlooked in Marseille. Arrived at the Gare Saint-Charles TGV, he wanted to make a detour to the Old Port, just to check if the pastis tasted better here than in his usual cafés. And then, out of''Chez Marius and Fanny Meeting'', he inquired of a native (an Armenian), which could start from the ferry. The Marseilles has presto oriented small shuttle that runs through the Old Port of the Hotel de Ville to the auction, the famous ferry bohatte Caesar. Since then, Zigzag goes from one bank to another, asking if it is still far Corsica. The last assistant
Agnan Fumerol, Jeremy Duchemin, is in Corsica last week. Not listening to the advice of Aboriginal, he launched hard on the course of GR 20, the snowy trail. At last, he was rescued by a shepherd on the side of the neck of Vergio, and nursed her double pneumonia and toes frozen to the hospital in Corte.
- they are!
Dede and Raymond Miquet descend from cargo ship Kallisté. Loaded like donkeys, multiple bags hanging from the shoulders and neck, cameras slung over their shoulders, they lag behind a huge metal canteen. Agnan and Philip, after the usual greetings, help raise the bulky baggage.
- But what do you make here, guys? An anvil? Gold bars? A 75 gun?
- Not at all, "says Raymond. Only gifts and a few clothes. As we were not sure of the weather, it took business suits, winter coats, blankets, boots, ski, fleece leggings and cream to tan.
- You look very pale, gentlemen, says Philippe Tamburini. The crossing was stormy that night?
- It's not exactly right. It's meal last night. Andre wanted to take five times the bouillabaisse, and he vomited all night in the cabin. We could swim in its droppings, if you forgive me.
- It could have gone down the toilet ...
- Not possible. I was there, it's the cheese that gave me the turista.
- Come, we will treat you. Here are cured quickly, is not it Jean-Pierre?
Agnan turns to Jean-Pierre Mourlon which makes it a snap. A former reporter for the Literary Magazine is itself came to Corsica in late October for a recovery which will be transformed gradually into permanent installation. 25000 € as he reported on various items and his car Fumerol published by Auto-Moto Gala, The Pilgrim, La Vie du Rail, O Diario de Noticias, The Financial Times, Izvestia Rzeczpospolita and allowed him to rent a nice little studio, the waterfront, close to home Agnan. He tied with Phil Tamburini and regulars of the bar A Paticchja Marina; they have corsisé his name and know more than Ghjuvan-Petru Murloni.
- Tell me, Mr. Agnan, except us Duchemin two and the poor, who have you invited to your party?
- "All the finest guitars ..." to parody the great George. I intend to make you spend a night of sensational Christmas. The continent, waiting Loubet Jean-Do and his Jazz Club Moulins-Engilbert, the virtuoso gypsy Llenafonès Chico and his flamenco dancer Violeta, the gypsy group of Bridescu Dragomir, King of Rai Farid Benzabet of 9-3, the hurdy-gurdy Morvandiau Francis Godillot Igor Boudronoff and balalaika. There will be some singers: the opera diva Mary-Jo Glasgow MacJin the wahine Tirati'ai Tameo, together with her ukulele, the winner of Star Academy, Valeria Sumi. And then, there will be a big participation of musicians from Corsica, Pierre-Paul Fisel, Angel Spaladini, Anto 'Sommuvicu, Bibill' Bevilapero, and even the singer Eric Mattei, who lives in the nearby town. Unfortunately, I regret the withdrawal of Dutronc, Jacques has a loss of voice and Thomas sprained his wrist in picking arbutus. Not serious, they will be replaced by Dede Parlaveloci Barattini and Charlot, two aces of chjami e respondi, the gus who improvise in turn, I translate, it's pretty funny in general. You'll see, or rather you hear. You will not regret the trip!
December 25, late morning, Agnan Fumerol has a cap of lead. It opens slightly painful left eye and right and mutters
- They make a racket. They might let me sleep ... What time? Ah, already half past eleven. It will take me to go ... Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!
In the kitchen, turned into a battlefield, and the brothers Jean-Pierre Miquet Mourlon lunch, they accompany humming fire Tino Rossi Petit Papa Noel whines on TF1. The Ricoré friend, a kind neighbor, paid them large bowls a mixture of brown. Maestro Jean-Do Loubet out of the fridge, ice in the mane, the flamenco dancer cut slices of coppa with a machete; gypsies wash their underwear in the sink. Everywhere the ground is littered with glasses, empty bottles, paper plates, plastic forks, corks and capsules. What a mess! But what a memorable feast!
Agnan Fumerol happening in the garden has been through a hurricane that night. Chairs, tables, musical instruments, lanterns, firecrackers fireworks, clothing, shoes, bottles and over again! The neighbor's pool is filled with a mixture of champagne and beer as the chestnut are busy lap cats, dogs, birds and even a cow ...
- Fum'rol mister, you have a gift for you! Both
Miquet blush, eyes fixed on a large roll of cardboard packaging they shred.
- Ah, that's nice! But what could it be?
Agnan Fumerol not believe his eyes. Miquet brothers brought him a large church banner: a mitred figure surrounded by the inscription "Saint Aignan pray for us."
- But where did you find this flag?
- Dede who is Dive into the church Luthenay. It was used more for at least forty years. And then there is more than cure, so ...
- You m'faire pleasure to go and see your return. I do not want history with the mayor of Luthenay. That it is not convenient ...
- was believed to do well, us. I figured informed, St. Aignan was bishop of Orleans. He pushed the Vikings. So we thought qu'ça interest you, what are you so wise ...
- By the way, I have received messages ...
branch Agnan his computer and, after some Ads for Orange, Orangina, Lemon and Citroën, he discovered the following messages: Message from Mr
Agnan Fumerol: agnanfumerol@wanadoo.fr
You received 4 messages / unread message
No. 1: Pol-sc. celspé / Champagnole @ gouv.fr
agnanfumerol@wanadoo.fr
At 21 h 50
24.12.2006 Subject: possible agreement.
"Confidential. With the agreement of the Minister and the hierarchy, I am pleased to announce that your code 00 and techniques désécriture We are very interested and we're ready to buy, if you still agree. We hope to see you this week at Fort Vincennes, to consider the terms of use and adequate remuneration. Senior Commissioner Rene Champagnole, Chief of Police Special Cell Scientist. "
Message No. 2 In A poulette-adorée@triscoli.fr
agnanfumerol@wanadoo.fr
0 h 01
12/25/2006 Subject: Young and the Restless.
"Agnan, I love you, I go crazy. Answer me quickly. Your little fliquette adored. She who knows all your thoughts. Love. "
Message # 3 From polar-lenoir@wanaddo.fr
A agnanfumerol@wanadoo.fr
12/25/2006 10 h 25
Subject: On the Job
"Mr. Agnan Fumerol. I need you. It's urgent. For a new thriller. Remember that you belong to me. I am your sole inventor and I know my rights. Joel Lenoir, writer. "
Message # 4 From centuri-masquedor@hotmail.fr
A agnanfumerol@wanadoo.fr
12/25/2006 11 h 07
Subject: Proposed Edition.
"OK to publish No Smoke without Fumerol. Contract under consideration. € 50,000 allowance will arrive shortly. Marcel Centuri Publishing Masqued'Or. "
Chapter 18: The Marquis on the boards.
- Uncle, it's not my fault ...
- No. I know. I blame your father and your mother more than yours ... How are they going?
- Not bad, thank you. When they heard you were sick, they sent me to you.
- Ah! Why are they not come themselves?
- Well, Agnan! You play fair. Snape and aristocracy at a time. But you, Nicolas would require you to take more confidence ... Good God, it sounds like you then visit an ogre ... "Not MMAL, I remmmercie. That's not true ... You fear to pick up a wallop, perhaps? You're not a kid, and he's almost dying! And it's a Rich Uncle. Understood? Robert
Peltard wonders why he accepted this new fad of Agnan Fumerol. Staging the new de Maupassant, okay. Playing with fans of a Socio-Cultural Centre, he has done this more than once. It's not fun to be intermittent spectacle, much less since the reform of the statute. After the failure of semi-Dom Juan at the Festival d'Avignon, Robert Peltard found himself, like the grasshopper in the fable, not tour without troops, without a program for the winter. He then received a mail from his old buddy. Agnan Fumerol had just read a short story entitled The Marquis de Maupassant Fumerol and, as usual, he threw himself headlong into a theater project. The Director of Centre Socio-Cultural Decize, the head of the Municipal Office of Culture and a dozen volunteers had followed, and now they had to coordinate, advise, connect, mentor, calm and above all their enthusiasm learn what the real theater ...
Exhibit scheduled for the end of the week is titled Let's laugh and shudder with Guy de Maupassant. A title a bit corny, but it took to end six hours of discussions and disputes among participants. Robert Peltard managed to find a common thread between the stories as varied as the string, Miss Pearl, Replacement, Room Eleven, A Ruse and The Marquis of Fumerol. The amateur actors are almost all Decizois except Marisa Albertos, a veteran of the troupe Peltard specialist roles of great love.
course Agnan Fumerol held himself to play several roles, including the Marquis, a former colonel of cavalry, who fell out with his family, professed atheism and leads a quiet life club chair until ... where the day is announced his next death. During rehearsals, Fumerol was totally identified with what he called his great-uncle. With a false beard, a monocle and a cane-sword, a glass of cognac in hand, half-reclining on a sofa, it looks great. This contrasts with ease the awkwardness of his cronies, who take the stage for the first time in their lives and imagine already Gerard Philipe or Catherine Deneuve. Nicolas Kazatchoff a teenager extended spotty and gangly, he co-starred in the scene where the nephew is making a last visit to the Marquis. Annie Chafrot, decked in an apron and a maid's cap, is back for several minutes, arms dangling to the side, which infuriates the director.
- Annie, for crying out loud! J't'ai said a hundred times to move! A maid, okay, here it comes, it deals with. I dunno, I wipe the table, arranges the cups, shakes the carpet ... but still not there like a post! And you two, the hussy, stop giggling! J'vois qu'vous good giggle ... Just because you play slut that must giggle! Oh, really, if the public wants Decize theater, must give good theater. We are not in a soap opera of TF 1, damn! What do you think Michael?
The Director of the Centre Socio-Cultural do not think anything. For him, aesthetic criteria are secondary to financial concerns. He wondered if he was right to promise to € 1500 Agnan Fumerol and calculates how long it will internally sell seats at 10 € for adults, 5 € for children and 2 € for members ... Typically, theater does not meet most of thirty to forty
Beijing ... The first is scheduled for March 17 and tonight, March 13 c'est la dernière répétition, la couturière. The costumes were cut and sewn by volunteers of the club of the Third Age. There are a few small flaws, the legs of trousers Nicolas him cover only half of the calves, that's more juvenile, and the neckline of one of two young women (the last master of the Marquis) reveals her navel and when she manages to stay a breast is the twin who escapes, it's more naughty, Alain Fernoux, who plays a priest, begins regular foot in his cassock, is that a joke unintended is sure to please the public.
After another rant against Daniel Robert Peltard Réguer, the master of his, who had the misfortune of trailing cable in the middle of the stage, the rehearsal resumes.
Five minutes later, the Marquis forcibly expel the priest and the pastor came to reconcile it with heaven. The maid Melanie, frightened from a whirlwind, moaning: "He died ... he died ... come fast ... he dies ..." The Marquis de Fumerol falls to the ground throughout the floor, and he moves no more.
Agnan Fumerol, perfectionist as always, transforms this into a real fall collapse. His monocle that rolls down the stairs leading to the backstage, his collar is undoes his right shoe springs and knocks over a table, his face contorted. A true stroke, larger than life.
unanimous applause of the bystanders.
- Well, well, I reckon the small go qu'cette scene hair. It remains to improve the diction of the two chicks. Not true, Corinne? When you say "My darling, you have to put the fire. Sensuality, damn it! That's how qu'tu causes your husband? And you, Gaelle, stop rolling 'r', is not a Morvandelle, your Viscountess. My little Marisa, you, you make great job as usual ... Robert
Peltard, despite his outbursts, is not displeased. Agnan made a good choice. These small scenes are funny, not too difficult to play, it should work ...
But, in fact, he is Agnan? This is not true that he remained lying Agnan ... oh! Hey! Standing idle! The House resumed it Eleven!
Chapter 19: The two dead Agnan Fumerol.
- Rise, Agnan was perfect!
- Ah! What a fall! There's no denying you're really gifted you ... You should make movies ...
- Come, get up! It includes the evacuation of the priest ... Agnan, wake up! Nerve, see!
Agnan did not fall. Now his eyes are rolled back. In his neck, a small peak was stuck, a little below the right carotid.
soon, it's panic in the team. Everyone wants to be helpful, telephone, short short beyond, we jostle, they cry, they moaned, shaking the corpse, he blows his nose, he moves his legs, the maid he administers mouth-to-mouth energetic; the false priest and mumbling false false pastor prayers, the director of Centre Socio-Cultural revises downward its projections of revenue, the Deputy Mayor for Culture wrings hands, the head of the sound system to disconnect the speakers, at the bottom the village hall, two municipal employees drop their brooms and buckets to come more swiftly to news.
Finally, firefighters appear to barracks is only steps away. Dr. Salusse arises at the same time, accompanied by his assistant. We must face the facts: Agnan Fumerol is indeed dead. Norbert
Peltard sighs, a little jealous
- Death scene, what happiness for an artist! A bit like Molière
... But this is not a natural death.
The fire chief comes amid a tone unanswerable:
- It is essential to keep in place all the clues and body, as the constabulary did not ...
Precisely, two policemen and a gendarmette crossing the double door. While Chief Warrant Officer Caillac respectfully greet local dignitaries, his assistants, equipped with cameras, gloves nylon, transparent bags, tongs, a brush, chalk color, specifications spiral and a tire changer, busy around the body of fire Agnan Fumerol.
Fifteen minutes later, the officer gente Marina Debeers report comes in and starts at attention you:
- This man has been killed Chef!
- We knew it, "replies the sergeant-major, smiling at the beginner.
- Sting with a mini-syringe sent in the right jugular vein through a type of gear blowgun or similar tube. The first records show that the ballistic shooter was standing backstage at a distance of about six meters and it was invisible. The colleague Cocagne looking prints, but the door leading backstage Boulevard Galvaing was ajar ...
- Thank you, my little Fortiche Marina ... this young girl, said Chief Warrant Officer destined for the director and actors, gathered in a circle around him. We can now focus the body to hospital for autopsy. What do you think, Doctor?
- The autopsy, absolutely. I'm curious to know what product could also cause death by storm. Curare, acetylcholine high dose, juice-valley, hydrogen cyanide, water from the Old ... Loire
Speculation chemical doctor are interrupted by the policeman who Cocagne announces triumphantly
- Head! Chef! Interesting impressions on the ground! There is mud with traces almost legible. I checked out. Are there large pools of water while all around the village hall. The murderer could not avoid stepping in it. He wore odd shoes; reads like letters, and then a I a J, an M and a B or P. I take pictures and casts, chief?
- Of course, my little Julian. Another ace, this one. Pity that lack of energy when it is faced with the punks! J, I, M, B, P ... What can it be a logo, an advertisement? In all cases, This murderer was not discrete, or he wanted to claim his act. I read in the Figaro that terrorists from Al Qaeda voluntarily left their mark. But they have left Arabic script, is not it, sir Lesemeur?
- I, J, M, B, P, a Scrabble player, maybe ... "replied the deputy culture.
same evening Caillac going to the hospital to record the findings of coroners. The small syringe was filled with a derivative of curare, succinylcholine, a product used by anesthesiologists, but the dose, it seems, was multiplied by 50. CWO sent one of his men at the chemist Yvon cuaderna, cons for a second opinion.
Dismay at Decize. The mayor has decided that funerals should be held. But he needed the permission of the family. An emergency team is responsible to contact the three successive wives and children of the scholar, his friends and acquaintances, his disciples, indicators, colleagues es-universal sciences, not to mention the press and the many societies which Agnan Fumerol provided articles and contributions. The whole night, the town clerk and two contractors rush to telephone, computer keyboard, they send e-mail, SMS, SOS, text messages, faxes and all kinds of messages, the mayor released a old device semaphore stored in an attic of the hotel city since the last war, it installs on a balcony and begins to shake in all directions when he realizes that the manual was misplaced.
early morning, Andrew Tavel and town clerk are exhausted. They have managed to prevent that two ex-wives of the scholar. One, Marianne, is cruising the Caribbean with her last husband, a wealthy American producer of peanut butter in Savannah, Ga., she promises to come to Decize aboard the personal jet businessman, you just have to prepare him a safe landing. The other, Mary Theresa, fled from his divorce in a Tibetan monastery, will unfortunately not move, but she promised to run a mill prayer for the repose of the soul of the deceased and his reincarnation in a zebu . As for Margaret, the farmer lost green on the Causse de Sauveterre, it could not be reached, the factor of the village of Sainte-Enimie has promised to prevent the next tour on the set, after the thaw. It will, alas, too late for the funeral ...
- So this coffee, it comes from?
is still the keeper who is responsible to pick up the cup of the mayor at the nearest bar.
- The bistro is not open yet, sir ... the mayor
- Well, have it open. I need a coffee ... I
The secretary is the bit mask its eyes:
- And his children, it will not be of the pie. Y everywhere, in Baden-Baden, Brive-la-Gaillarde to Timbuktu, Vancouver. What language do we speak in Vancouver, the mister mayor?
- I do not know me, it sounds like a Flemish name, Vancouver. Talk to them in Belgium, it will include bin. What bothers me is murder. Who could kill Agnan Fumerol? I think he had not only friends, but still! After the death of Joel Lenoir, its removal I mean, we did not need it to Decize.
- You do not qu'Lenoir could be involved in this murder?
- after all, Lenoir will probably help us. It became a bit specialist assassinations. I'll say two words to Warrant Caillac.
- Assassinations fictional ... but not real ...
- Look, when we speak of the wolf ... Caillac Hello. So anything new?
- Pouh! A red herring. My assistant Cocagne, a little guy trained in new methods, found footprints in the form of letters. It was thought that the killer was denounced by his shoes. And then, my son, who was active in the Young People ...
- What is it? A judo club?
- No, it sarcozienne youth, youth of the UMP if you prefer.
- You know I'm not from there ... c'bord
- No problem. J'continue. My son showed me that the Young thongs Popular touted him on the beach of La Baule last summer. They leave traces on the ground "UMP" So we tried that, apart from my son, has tatane Decize this model and found. There are not three, there are two. My kid what was not there when Agnan received his dart, he was at Bournemouth with his grandmother. The other is the guy from IT, Alexis Julien. And just Juliénas came to the village hall to borrow a key UMP, no, j'embrouille, he had a USB lent to Réguer. It happened an hour before the murder was eight witnesses. At the time of the murder, was Juliénas Devay, he collected the snails in a trace. It was cooked, not the snail, the computer, his alibi holds up. Nothing to do with these tracks ...
- And the actors of the troupe?
- impeccable. I asked them one by one, separately. None were in the wings when the murder. As the director, not the least suspicion, moreover your assistant sat next to him. Was out two municipal employees in vicinity, who were cleaning the bar, but in fact, they were cleaning the bar, which is at the other end of the room ... So we must move towards an outsider. And, according to the doctors, that someone would have s'rait notions of medicine or chemistry.
- You've checked the alibi of Dr. Salusse? He was very present ...
- You're wrong. He was named to 17 h 08, his medical secretary records all calls to the standard. And murder is s'rait product at 16 h 54 or 55, according to the rental of sound.
- The mister mayor! That's it. I managed to contact children. It's not been easy qu'ça silk.
The town clerk wears a face as red as a poppy, sweat dripping from her hair crazy, but she seems happy. His endless phone calls helped unearth the Agnan Fumerol six children, their spouses, their descendants and a few close friends over the market. All can not come to Decize for the funeral, due to the remoteness and availability. But all and all have been prevented. Mission accomplished.
- Okay, my little Isabelle. Now will have to prepare my speech. Not too long, I beg you ... And not too many big words, I hate it.
CWO Caillac, before returning to his barracks, twirls in the office, it raises issues, ferrets behind the chairs, casually back corner of a carpet, passing an index on a package of stealth municipal ballots. Mayor eyes follow this ride that annoys:
- It's not qu'vous m'soupçonnez now?
- Not at all. But I hesitated to invite you to a small search.
- As head of public order in my town, I demand to be participate. It's my duty. You have a suspect?
- Well, yes. Lenoir, Lenoir ...
Joel - Lenoir! But you can not think! A famous writer, the glory of the town ... You did not think the scandal!
- He must, however. Do not worry, it's just a formality. I promise you that we remain within the limits of courtesy. With us, there will be a journalist, a friend of Fumerol, who has already come to Decize last summer. Sometimes the train of 10 h 45. He comes to the funeral and he wished also to make an inquiry. So rather than let him see the bracket and say anything, we will frame it.
Chapter 20: Visit to the manor.
Both cars halt in front of a monumental scale. A few strokes are enough alarm to alert the guard. Flag takes a big man, dressed in knickers and a striped vest. A knife-face topped by barbed red hair, protruding incisors in a graying mustache.
- Methinks qu'c'est a Angliches suggests the mayor.
Indeed, the individual shows: "James Allgood, butler Master Lenoowar. A vôtwe seurvice, gentlemen! "As the novelist
is full of reflection, it is strictly forbidden to enter by car into the park. That is why the butler prompt and honorable gentlemen visitors to follow in the path winding. An alley named Conan Doyle Lane, a small sign indicated on each side. Moreover, all paths, glades, pools of English park received a name: Raymond Chandler 35th Street, Avenue Hercule Poirot, Boulevard Izzo, Allée Charles Exbrayat, the Ruelle Jean Ray , Carrefour Leo Malet Impasse Frederic Dard ...
- Well, it is original, Basin Thousand Lotus Judge Ti. It is a Chinese? CWO seems intrigued.
- Vô do not know the judge Ti? An old Chinese judge twwès famous.
- And Seicho Matsumoto, is still a Chinese?
- No, this is a Japanese novelist. Vo and see, in turn, this large lawn is Baskerville Green, a great cricket ground for Training with children msieu.
- Boulevard Gaston Leroux off a funny smell, sudden Mourlon comment. Cocote it, say so!
- This is the perfume of the woman in black.
- And Now Maurice Leblanc street lined with lupines! What a strange taste. But tell me, Leroux, Leblanc, Lenoir, would not something fishy?
- What? A needle? I do not Understand needle here, excuse me, Sir! Jean-Pierre
Mourlon interrupted his thoughts to see the mansion that appears in their eyes at the last turn of the Conan Doyle Lane. Topped by a dozen turrets, the main facade is decorated with various emblems and caryatids, presumably to remind the rich history of the mansion and its successive owners.
- Do not think that this castle is a historic monument, said the mayor. It is an early twentieth nobliau century who had built from scratch. In style, in my opinion very pretentious of the Belle Epoque ...
- You mean the Earl of Preux-Dreze, Mourlon queries.
- How? You know?
- Agnan I was introduced. Or frankly, he showed me his grave, and he explained his exploits, his genealogy, its benefits ...
- is his great-granddaughter, the Baronne de La Tour Who wilt that the sold to our friend Joel Lenoir. These aristocrats, they have a sou ... While our young prodigy has struck gold. You, with your talent, Mr. Journalist, and especially with your relationship, you should also write novels.
In the hall, a wall is covered by a gigantic array of pipes pearl, meerschaum, exotic wood, shiny metal, amethyst, plastic; of cutty of sailors, kief pipes and opium a peace pipe Algonquin, the cigarette holder gold side by side with cigars of all shapes: gran panatela Davidoff 19, churchill first choice, Upmann, san cristobal, habana special ... Facing the inevitable hang portraits of the masters of detective fiction : Agatha Christie and Mary Roberts Rinehart seem to flirt with John Cassels and Alfred Hitchcock; Mickey Spillane because of the eye to Patricia Highsmith; Frederic Dard fathom, ironically Jean Bruce. And, standing in a niche before the monumental staircase, a bust of the master of the house Joel Lenoir (a recent work of the famous Arman) smiles to visitors. A motto is engraved on the staircase:
"Run, run, Holmes and Watson!
Do not pass it up the bandit!
Look, look, magnifying glass,
The evils of this great rascal! "James Allgood
cleared to leave the charming wife of the master is pleased to welcome Mr. Mayor, Mr. journalist and CWO. Sophie Lenoir is wearing a pink kimono. In the folds of silk, there are several replicas of Japanese prints, is surprised that Mourlon dating from the Meiji-Dan-Lébabâ.
- If these gentlemen can wait a few minutes. I'll let Joel. In the meantime, sit in the lounge. I prepared a tea of Assam and some brownies ...
"Me, I'd rather a good jigsaw slab drizzled with a little dry white, say they are internally and at the same time the three visitors.
The wait is not long. Time to browse a number of the Strand Magazine. Time to swallow a mouthful of tea arch-burning and choking on a mouthful of cake chalky. The butler came back. Ramrod straight cricket, he announces:
- My Master IS PWET Vô to receive. But beware of his time. He has a lot of occupations.
's study of the novelist is an exact replica of the office of Sherlock Holmes. One would think that Lenoir was transporting furniture 221b Baker Street with him: the clock, the apron of the fireplace, pedestal tables, chair, Victorian woodwork, the violin in its case, carpets Hindustani Lenoir ... is there, deep in his chair, dressed in a macfarlane tartan, wearing a cap with a double flap, pipe in mouth, a magnifying glass in hand, plunged in meditation ...
- Ah, gentlemen, is the sad case of poor Fumerol intrigues me . Since this morning, I focus on certain details. There syringe, okay. But I think it is not essential. Have you thought about the curtain cord?
- The power of the curtain! What curtain?
CWO rubs his cheek. He had not thought about the curtain of the Village Hall. And if the killer had touched the curtain and let new tracks ... Lenoir continues, as if he could read the thoughts of Caillac:
- is exactly what I told myself, when I learned the circumstances of the murder. At least, that you have leaked in the press. Consultant
his pocket watch, the novelist exclaimed
- Ah, but it is already eleven forty-seven! I think we have just three minutes ... it will be ... ... after
- Three minutes for what?
- To unmask the culprit, of course. " Elementary, my dear Sir!
- Chief Warrant Officer, please! Caillac replies, outraged many indecency. If you have a tip, I suggest you rather to help us. This murder is not the novel, my little gentleman! Moreover, it is to ask you that we came here not to listen to your rantings ...
- Calm down, Caillac!
Andrew Tavel is embarrassed. He foresaw a scene. Chief Warrant Officer is able to drive to the police Lenoir and keep six days in custody, under the recent anti-terrorist law. With handcuffs, tough interrogation and everything. It's hard to Decize not care!
Two hours later, our three investigators out of the dining room of Joel Lenoir, serene, satisfied, somewhat elated. The novelist has chosen for lunch. Oh, not a treat, just a plate of haggis and a plum-pudding with currants, a few pints of red beer and a bowl of brandy. This is not the quality of the fodder that has attracted, it is the path of the deductions of the illustrious author. Almost as subtle as its British model. According
Lenoir, the murderer of a woman would Agnan Fumerol. Without moving from his chair, he reviewed all elements of the decor. And he accepted that a cleaning lady told Jean Maillot, the reporter of the Journal of the Centre: "The power of the curtain on the side of the slide right, lost her pompom. Now, the murderer had, inevitably, park near the cord, according to reports the officer's ballistic Debeers. And the killer is a killer, because who but a woman could steal this pompom? A Chief Warrant Officer Caillac to continue the investigation ...
CWO has tried to probe Lenoir on its own activities at the time of murder. Impossible to know what was the writer. "Preparation of a new storyline, correction of a page of the novel Lost in the vast desert, picking spinach in the garden (!!!), appointment at the dentist transcendental meditation, regardless of quintessence to the service station nearest ... Such are the vague answers of the novelist.
is pouring rain as the mayor, the chief warrant officer and the reporter traveled to the charge of Conan-Doyle Lane. The curupixas microphollys bordering the aisle are too stunted to serve as their shelter.
Taking the wheel of his van, thinking Caillac following survey:
"I'd like to check the alibis of the novelist, but the mayor will get upset if I board his protege ... In any case, I keep an eye on him. I will send Cocagne monitor its park ... If a girl has done once, it was not penguins! Neither tubarde! Shoot the blowgun to six feet and hit so right ... And why did he speak for three minutes before ... What? I think that he damn well for us, my Sherlock ... "In his
Vel Satis-function, the mayor is worried, too.
- Mourlon Sir, would you have a moment? Before you deposit at the hotel, I would like you to take a look at the speech I prepared - I had prepared by my secretary, I should say - for tomorrow morning. You must be used. You see, I was elected in 2000 and I still have trouble finding the words in such delicate circumstances.
- OK mister the mayor. It reminds me of Paris. I had to do for the negro and his Tiberi Bobonne for three years. Must earn a crust! Right?
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NO FIRE WITHOUT Fumerol (Chapters 11-15)
Chapter 11: The diamond was fake ... Of course!
The two guards will consult eyes. Should they let the beard, which exhibits a press card? Having received no formal ban, they let go, but one of the two beefy phone quickly to his colleague Theophrastus Crouter, specialist monitoring intruders he communicates a quick picture of the journalist and recommends keeping a eye open, and the good.
The VIP lounges of the Institute of France buzz of conversations, clinking of champagne flutes and laughing. Today, July 30, 2006, the Grand Prix jury VGE is enthroned with great pomp. Of course, the generous donor was there, beaming, surrounded a small courtyard and former employees of the last survivors of the Republican Party, Ladies of the world as emperlousées and banded geese and a flock of lovely escort girls-leased at exorbitant prices by publishing houses in competition. Paris has everything from intellectual luminaries and regulars worldly bum clip has made the trip: Alain Minc, Roland Castro, Alexandre Adler, Florent Pagny, Jean-Pierre Raffarin, Thierry Rolland, Serge Dassault, Claire Chazal, Frederic Beigbeder , PPDA, Brigitte Lahaye, Genevieve de Fontenay, Nelson Montfort ... Gently leaning on Doric column, Patrick Sébastien binges of cream puffs, a hand into the neckline of Danièle Gilbert, a personal guest of former President. A little later, Stéphane Bern harangue a bunch of old academics drives the sheet he tries to explain the link pedigree that connects to the counts Giscard d'Estaing. With her shorts
grated clodhoppers of his fighter and his bushy beard, Jean-Pierre Mourlon detonates a little in this meeting. He looked relaxed some friend, but sees it as a false brother Karl Zero, busy kissing a dowager, and Jean-Yves Lafesse escaping from the room, taking five skewers of buffalo smart. "Too bad, he'll have j'supporte atmosphere. Fortunately, the field is amazing, the Mumm Cordon Sanitaire 1976. "Sly as usual, the Christmas entarteur Godin lurking behind the sideboard, this is not no fun Mourlon. "Who this time? "Asked he.
Suddenly an usher just a gong hammered gilded Tsing-Tao. Increments, the din becomes silent. VGE, proud as a peacock, finds accents of command were his three decades earlier:
- Where Chont cameras? Ah, finally ... Merchi meschieux ... So here we are in che raschemblés days cholennel prochéder to the appointment of ladies and meschieux jurors who will have the honor ... formidable formidable, ah, ah, like cabbages submarine of the same name, which I lancha, ah, ah, ah ... "The Chuit speech disappears into a hissing ending, which is mixed with regular feedback effect: the company that supplied the Sonotonic equipment is not at all height .
Having swallowed 63 small lock 17 fours and champagne, Jean-Pierre Mourlon he stumbles on the Quai de Conti. Facing him, a flood of tourists opens the Gateway Arts, massed at the curb and watch the second fatal fire in which change color. And among these visitors, between a Japanese couple and a great American who does not distinguish it not?
- But ... I ... That's not n'rêve ...
- Jean-Pierre, a scoop for you! Hurry, man!
- I'm coming, Agnhhhhah!
The small pedestrian is still red. Without thinking, Jean-Pierre Mourlon, recklessly launched his right leg forward. Then a motorcycle delivery mowing. The reporter delves into the gutter and into a deep coma.
Yet if he had known! We
must wait until the second half of August to find Agnan in a room at the Hospital Claude Bernard, in the service of trauma; immaculately dressed in a blouse and wearing a paper cap, it explains to his friend the precipitation that has been causing the accident
- You know I am on excellent terms with Master Joseph Matoux, counsel for Nevers. In 1991, he pleaded for me in a ridiculous trial of joint ownership. It's him that Joel Lenoir chose to represent him at the Grand Prix VGE Remember that Lenoir was found, when you conducted your investigation to Decize. Yesterday morning, while I was doing some shopping at the Forum des Halles, I came across Matoux. We had lunch together, you think well, and told me Matoux the retreat of the best-selling author: Joel Lenoir and his entire family basking in the sun in Agadir. Invited by M 6, not the tv, not the king, Mohammed VI, is 6 million for his compatriots in the wind. Do you feel the strength to go find the bird in the desert?
- Sir, please do not abuse, spoke to the head nurse, a great horse spree, disguised as an actress Noh theater. Mr. Mourlon is not able to go out and it will take at least two months of convalescence.
- No problem! I will go myself. I will send you articles and a packet of dates. And it's not all, I have a good one that j'gardais for last. Giscard wants the diamond to give the winner is false, untrue. Matoux went to a diamond, a master-Ghittoune Levi, auctioneer rue d'Enghien. It was originally a small informal meeting of the candidates or their representatives; VGE had sent his emissaries, two bailiffs and a jeweler, with "little wonder "well packed and protected in a box in a briefcase shielded. A 118-carat dia's almost as beautiful as the Regent! Matoux had seen anything so bright, he still shakes that the pupil, the poverty! At the time of affixing his signature on the act of authentication, the expert had a doubt: it struck a small blow nail on the diamond, which was cracked and fragmented. It was a silica aggregate skillfully colored by chemical or alchemical. Master Levi-Ghittoune did not budge. Bokassa was good fun of her dear cousin Giscard ... As you imagine, the Grand Prix was canceled VGE, of course ...
The ringing phone interrupts the scholar suddenly. Jean-Paul Mourlon painfully extends the left arm to his bedside table, picks up the listener with caution because the dressing immobilizes the wrist to the shoulder blade. It is still the same whiny voice: - It is you, Albert?
- No, ma'am, you had to go wrong ... This is the eleventh time this morning that this old top bothered me. They could screen calls, the standard!
Chapter 12: Lenoir ... smoke.
31 August 2006: Lying in a hammock, Jean-Pierre Mourlon reread the last article he wrote before his accident and he entitled "The fire of God! "On a shelf, its scope, are placed two glasses of grenadine, a box of medicine, a pack of gypsies, a ream of blank paper and a laptop. During his convalescence, he asked a friend to send mails via the Internet agency who manage minute by minute Monde Diplomatique. It is a compensation for his unfinished investigation.
Sipping his grenadine, it scrolls on the screen the day's news:
"Paris AFP, 31-8, 18 h 27: Marrakech, Morocco, 18 h 12. A group of French tourists were kidnapped and 85 miles south of Agadir. Among them is the young novelist Joel Lenoir and his family who for three weeks, were the official guests of His Majesty Mohamed VI. The group was on a trek through the desert on three 4x4 vehicles. The Royal Moroccan police were immediately alerted. "
" Reuters. London, 31-8, 18 h 35: The first Masturbathon organized by the television English Channel Four has just ended, having produced two scandals in the religious and medical. The Archbishop of Canterbury has strongly protested against this competition libidinous''voyeuristic and reveals once again the poor state of British manners.'' Dr. Howard Pricks, sexologist, had to treat several candidates suffering from priapism stiff and he accuses the organizers of this tournament phallic jeopardize future sexual competitors. "
" Paparazzi-express.com Agency, Saint-Tropez, 31-8, 18 h 37: The sprightly Luc Ferry, former Minister of Education National, appointed by the Government of an inspection mission beach gay nightclubs and cabarets swingers, just held a press conference in the famous restaurant Chez''Jimmy''in Ramatuelle: he says adamantly opposed Marriage between homosexuals and heterosexuals. "
Mourlon neglects the news of this kind, focusing its attention on the case of South-Moroccan hostages.
"Paris AFP, 31-8, 19 h 16: From our correspondent in Rabat, Abdellatif Bouakkaz. The removal of the eleven French tourists and their four chaperones has been claimed by a mysterious revolutionary jihadist group, still unknown to security services kingdom. The claim is accompanied by a ransom demand: $ 2,000,000 in denominations of $ 10 Kalashnikov rifles and five hundred and nine. If the deadline at midnight is not met, the hostages will be slaughtered according to ritual. "
" Paris AFP, 31-8, 19 h 25. Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The minister, Douste-Blasé, is shocked by the kidnapping of French citizens occurred in South Moroccans. He deplores this act of piracy. Anxious to save the lives of innocent citizens, the Minister says he is ready to negotiate with the kidnappers and to consider their proposals. "
" Paris AFP, 31-8, 19 h 35. Ministry of Interior. Mr. Nicolas Sarkozy, returning from holidays studying in the Arcachon basin, said he would not yield to rantings of a pseudo-movement of the inner desert. "
" Paris AFP, 31-8, 19 h 38. Paul-Henri Marutey of Guedin, Deputy Chief of Staff of the Acting Presidency, announced that the President of the Republic, Mr. Jacques Chirac, will extend his stay by one week holiday at the Hotel Club Penguins Adelie Earth. This is the first residence on the Antarctic Continent with a French head of state. The president, accompanied by Mrs. Chirac, their daughter Claude, their little son-Martin, David Douillet and Guy Drut, remain in Adelie Land until the end of the week. "Jean-Pierre
Mourlon remains on all night. It remains all posts anxious to finally find a snippet of the life of that bloody Lenoir.
Midnight arrives, 1 am, nothing, 3 pm: nothing, 5 pm: Still nothing, 6 pm: nothing new ... if not for a minor tsunami in Outer Mongolia, the destruction by Israeli warplanes last of the building intact Beirut the marriage of Michael Jackson with Snow White (and the seven dwarfs, have added the gossips of Hollywood), the six hundredth anniversary of the death of Sigismund Lelonbec (inventor of the picnic and snail), the accident at Condoleeza Rice (victim of a herniated disc during a fishing trip for swordfish off the coast of Miami) and the imminent return of Spiderman on the screens.
The next morning, there is consternation among the publisher Golden Mask. Ernest Bonin, Chief Storekeeper, opens a box containing 180 copies of The Touch of Evil, his boss, Marcel Centuri, was responsible for replenishing the booksellers Corbigny whose stocks are exhausted. The model used mechanically flips a book. To his amazement, the text turned into black smoke, from page one to the last, the characters have vanished like the ink stains slid shapeless. Bonin think a failure, he grabbed the second copy, even surprise. While the carton is full of unreadable books ... And the board has been following the same transmutation. The damage is even more important since the whole Lot No. 17 BG, delivered last Friday, 25,000 copies, is affected by this weird printing defect. Only those free from this strange disease the last three cartons of Lot No. 16 BG. Ernest
Bonin is quick to refer to the director of the publishing house. Marcel Centuri, a southern blood, after a quick check, telephone his bad mood to the patron saint of the New Printing Glux-en-Glenne, head of the last three draws:
- You can not understand! 25,000 books unreadable, not to mention the dozens of boxes that I deliver is in bookstores department. This is a disaster! You put me on the straw ...
Marcel Centuri after nervously chewed his cheroot, swallowed the last crumbs of tobacco. Red as a lobster, it seems ready to explode: suspicious, Ernest Bonin eclipsed because he knows the wrath of his boss will fall sooner or later on his shoulders.
- You Gotta pay! I have the long arm, me! We will go to court ...
At the other end of the line, the Deputy Director of Printing, Cathy Tannenbaum, tries to reason with his interlocutor:
- But, sir ... We've done a good job. Each copy has been verified by us, once before trimming, once after the binding. This Certainly an excess moisture in your warehouses ...
- Humidity! You do not care for my mouth! He is 53 ° for nearly two months in my deposit. And it did not rain on the Morvan since the storm on 6 July! This s'rait ahead not a bad quality ink? Or failure to yer fucking machine? What you used, by any chance?
- Ah, then you fall ill. We only print with the Inkprima 256 of Bayer. And you know as well as me the qualities of our press Heidelberg GTO 46 ...
- Your drums were not obsolete, sometimes ? thundered the editor, the ravaged face of nervous tics. Marcel
Centuri collapses in his chair upholstered. He has little time to breathe because a call, two calls, three calls him arrive on the lines of his switchboard. These are booksellers who worry Decize: demand is growing strong with the return of holidays and the passage of a medal because of Education and each buyer has the unpleasant surprise to open the 'Touch of Evil (which he paid 17 €, anyway) and meet with dirty sheets, gray, unreadable, finally finding its stained fingers, wrists and lapels of his jacket or leggings shorts. Black smoke everywhere. Achilles Moutonard, Jocelyne and Gerard Poulette Vinattier sing the same refrain:
- Pay us, or we deliver real books, not scraps of sweeps.
Chapter 13: Scientific, police?
- Dear friend, thank you for coming. I hope you have been healed on the little incident of 17 July. An unfortunate misunderstanding, nothing more. Of course, I put away the traces, and this triple cunt Poirier will soon mutated ... guess! ... in New Caledonia. It'll make her feet, but not!
Warrant Caillac is even more compelling than usual. He sprinkles in the mess of the mobile gendarmerie, a recent promotion. Now, Warrant Officer Chief Warrant Officer and is he struts like a rooster. Around him shakes laced a ballet, subordinates, civilians, local elected officials, accompanied by their wives, all and all the compliment and put to forced smiles. The guests have a haste to rush to the buffet and stuff yourself. But first they must listen, or pretend to listen, seven or eight speeches ...
Agnan Fumerol hesitated before going to the police. The cops, this is not his world. However, WO - sorry, Chief Warrant Officer - Caillac is not a Pandora like the others. He prides himself on local history and heritage and, quite regularly, it calls the scholar decizois to clarify some details of the past to organize a cultural rally or to verify the exact age of a monument, it has even happened to associate two or three surveys quite contemporary, for example the disappearance of the War Memorial, or the case of motorcycle ghost (for this survey, the curious reader may refer to the Journal Center May 25, 1987 and following days).
The speeches are even more tedious than expected. Agnan Fumerol unable to suppress his yawns during the long speech that the mayor mumbles. However, he finds himself eagerly sniff the perfume which exhales from her neighbor's hair, wearing a brunette in braids, probably the wife or mistress of an officer. A fragrance that intrigue. This is not baton from Dior, perfume low end than females CRS Prisunic to buy common, and that evokes a blend sock dirty and tear gas. This is not ambush in Guerlain, he sniffed the Mysore sandalwood. Even fewer Flower Handcuffs Sonia Rykiel, Agnan not find the characteristic aroma of vanilla. No, it's a more subtle emanation, an intermediary between the ylang-ylang, iris from Florence and withered bark of sweetgum Japan.
"But, damn! It's of course! "Whispers there. "This is not a perfume is the smell of the Scientific Police Lab. This chick is on a mission. It will take me to do ... blunder not to blunders. If, by chance, was responsible Caillac of the investigation ... "
- You mean the investigation into the books removed, perhaps? The pretty
fliquette plainclothes backfired. She smiled mischievously. That's when he realizes Fumerol whispered a bit too hard.
"Very strong, girl! Or she has an electronic device, the micro kind of espionage. Hiding under his duvet, or in her bra ... "With these findings, Agnan Fumerol deviates step by step, and tries to disappear behind a firefighter service. It is very small, hoping that the following speeches will be shorter.
That's it! Lieutenant-Colonel Bourgeois, head of peacekeeping forces around the borough, to relax the atmosphere has just completed the grim contest of rhetoric by a series of Belgian jokes. The guests throw themselves on the tables which are stacked with nettles tarts, meringues with Nutella, sliced sausage, donkey, frog legs, nougat of Montelimar nets, turtles and pancakes with bacon (CWO ordered a buffet Mikbouch fancy his colleague, a native of the Comoros). Who is able to grab the hand that covets his neighbor. Paper plates flying, glass breaking, several guests armed band sting those who precede them, the woman collapsed in the member's blood in a bucket of sangria, the scrum is general.
Both Constables Auxiliary officers to guard the buffet and filling glasses, unable to channel this horde of hungry. Already they take out their guns and waving bars of chairs, claiming: "You can knock, chief? "
Agnan Fumerol much more serene, hidden behind the broad gauge of the fire service, enjoyed a steak stuffed ostrich eggs and pickled hummingbird in a blackcurrant coulis, a specialty of the islands. He has more than two bites to swallow. This is the moment chosen by Chief Warrant Officer Caillac to pull the shade.
- Agnan, my friend, do not stay there. Come with us. I will introduce one of our best scientists, the Commissioner CHAMPAGNOLE. Exactly, that you are a writer, no, no, do not blush, you publish regularly ...
Neo-promoted turns to a big chubby man with the physique of rugby.
- Mr. Fumerol is our local scholar. He knows everything about everything and I assume that your inquiry will be of interest.
Caillac Agnan and returns to him slipping on a confidential tone:
- You are certainly aware of this matter that affects our print writer Lenoir. It's already terrible, his abduction. Is he still alive at this hour? And her poor children ... It really is revolting! Huh? I hope we will find them quickly ... You do not seem to have much trouble. Jealousy between brothers, is not it? This is not your brother? Ah, I thought ... He does not play in the same division? A novelist, historian, is the same thing for the majority people. Well, the commissioner Champagnole will unmask the perpetrator of sabotage, the terrorist who attacked the novel by Joel Lenoir, the iconoclast who wants to destroy the contemporary literature. You disagree with me? And if you take it, he had a bad quarter of an hour! Me, I tell you plainly: crime fell in the streets and roads, it does not annoy us in books, but not! Between us, do you think this is another blow to the Islamists? Removal of the author, ransom, destruction of his book, crazy Al Qaeda are desperate to ...
Agnan Fumerol remembers all the articles in the Journal of the Centre for the past three weeks have reported the disappearance of Lenoir, and especially the bizarre story of characters deleted. He carefully cut out everything about the publishing botched Touching Evil and the polemics between publisher, printer and insurance. Obviously, he has an opinion on this sabotage ...
Embarrassed, he shakes hands Champagnole a sweaty hand, soft, fat; scholar inferred from this brief contact that the expert is a sneaky man.
- Mr. Fu ... me ... ... rol, Champagnole launches a nasal voice, is what your books, or some of your writings have been printed Glux-en-Glenne?
- Not that I know. I'm published by large houses in Paris, usually. But there was perhaps some exceptions, I do not know. Where do you come?
- My team of forensic analysis has three cans of ink Inkprima 256 of Bayer used by the printing Glux-en-Glenne. My chemists are adamant: this ink is top quality. However, I gather the opinions of experts. Do you think a printed text can fade so quickly? Under the effect of light? Because paper? And inks are they always reliable? We excluded all cases of chemical change. What do you think?
- Me, I just write. Chemistry is not my cup of tea, Fumerol ventures.
- Yet, you read many treatises on alchemy ...
- You are well informed, say so! You visited my library, perhaps?
- No, but we have a record of your Internet connection ...
- This is not legal! And if I went to complain to the Commission and Freedoms?
- Do not worry! The practice is common. But we blame yourself. You may well be of interest to alchemists. Caillac told me that the history books are filled with cases of witchcraft and magic ...
- Because Caillac is in on it.
Agnan Fumerol is furious, and if not afraid of causing a scandal, he would spit in the face of the sergeant-major. Now, he understands the move of its alleged admirer.
"Ah, my good man! You'll pay! "He promises in petto. Champagnole but did not finish the basin:
- Yesterday we were at the printers. The press is operating normally and it prints the texts are perfectly readable. Nothing can only explain the anomaly in the Lot 17 BG delivered to the publisher Golden Mask. One of my colleagues, Inspector Laci, however, suggests a hypothesis: the excessive heat that France has suffered this summer could cause a chemical reaction after the fact, the dispersion of carbon particles in tiny print. This assumption seems plausible. I think the investigation will soon be closed. It is a pity I did not have the benefit of your wisdom ...
Enlightenment, my ass! "Roared Fumerol internally. A mellifluous voice slips into her ear:
- You should be polite, gentleman scholar!
"Again this bug fliquette! No way! It has a sonar in the skull, this one! "
- You guessed right, sir scholar. The Minister has given us an electro-acoustic equipment upscale. We have ways of making you talk, and even to know your thoughts ... This is not witchcraft, it?
Chapter 14:
"The sky will pop up a smoke ... This will be the punishment. "City of
Decize
DECIZE 58300, France.
Office of the Mayor.
Decize, September 3, 2006, A
Mr. Chief of the Gendarmerie Royale Marocaine,
Province Agadir, Morocco.
Sir
Since August 31, several of my fellow hostages are administered in a rebel band that threatens to execute them. Mr. Joel Lenoir is a young writer, full of talent, whose recent literary successes are a credit to our city. In this capacity he has had the distinct honor of being invited by your king, His Majesty Mohamed VI.
The purpose of this letter is to dispel the anxiety that torments me which had gripped the entire population of our city. Would you please kindly inform me the progress of your research and I hope with all my heart that very soon Mr. Lenoir, his beautiful wife and toddler friendly we will come back safe and sound, thanks to the tenacity and effectiveness your services, I doubt not, will triumph over those scoundrels.
Accept ... etc ...
Andrew Tavel Mayor Decize Knight of the Legion of Honor.
Moroccan Royal Gendarmerie, Colonel
Benameur Atif Awad, Head of Section
terrorism,
Province Agadir, Morocco. To Mr.
Mayor Decize, France. On September 5, 2006,
Mayor,
is prompt and caring as I answer your mail.
Despite all the checks, all the patrols, the detention of hundreds of suspects and suspected terrorist allies, we were unable to locate your fellow Lenoir, neither his wife nor his Heirs.
However, our officers have made great progress in the investigation, spurred by threats of the Minister of Interior and the premium of 25000 DH that we were promised by His Highness Prince Moulay Kabouya. We examined the text of ransom who came to the press since Aug. 31. The language did not match any known terrorist groups in the country, nor of former Polisario separatists as Islamic extremists. It would seem to emanate from an informal group of bandits. We focused our surveys to the underworld that exists between our southern cities and neighboring countries.
If we get any information of interest, it goes without saying that we will pass it by agreement with our regulators and the Embassy of France.
Please accept, Mr. Mayor, etc. ...
Sidi Benameur Atif Awad, Colonel of the Royal Gendarmerie, Officer of the Order of the Silver Chamelle.
PS: Please find enclosed a copy of the ransom demand, translated into French and corrected.
the name of God, the merciful, all-powerful ...
Today, 14 miscreants have fallen into our hands, 11 Western corrupt, protected from the tyrant who leads the kingdom to ruin and was sold off to the interests of American liberalism and reviled, and four of their stooges, traitors to the country. To see these dogs alive, there is only one solution: that the Royal Bank of Morocco we should send two million (2,000,000) dollars in cuts $ 10 and a batch of 500 new Kalashnikovs, with the ammunition needed. The holy book tells us that if we do not deliver the Kingdom of the renegades, "The sky will pop up a visible smoke at all, which will cover all men. This will be the punishment. "Our prisoners
have only a few hours before their carcasses are skinned by vultures. The ransom and weapons must be filed before tonight, midnight, before the 4th palm right of the wadi, after the well of Bir Kenkou in the oasis of Sidi Lakhdar.
Freedom, Faith and Perseverance. Invincible
Committee for the Fight against the universal enemy.
Notes Colonel Benameur Aouad:
1 ° Despite the header, the quotation from the Koran (sura of Smoke, No 44), this alleged group does not like the style of fundamentalist religious organizations.
2 ° oasis of Sidi Lakhdar was invested by two battalions of the Royal Moroccan Army and the well has been mined. The population of the oasis has been extensively questioned and deported. Nothing happened in this oasis since August 31.
3 ° Some words in this text we suggest a fanciful claim ...
Mayor Decize is obviously not satisfied with that answer. For three days he bombards letters and fax the prefecture, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Interior Ministry, the Embassy of Morocco, the Red Cross, several NGOs and major media outlets. Without any results. Ministers are occupied by the international situation, in Lebanon, Iraq and Liechtenstein, for the price of a barrel of oil that burns and that of the barrel Ariel foam. Employees refer to an office in the other complaints of this little man Tavel, although arrogant campaign for mayor.
Andrew Tavel camped in his office. He has already threatened to do a hunger strike unlimited if the authorities do not press the release of writer decizois and his family. He is convinced that the population of the town will join him and that this event will weigh heavily in the negotiations with the kidnappers.
- Unless they have been sliced, suggested the keeper. You've seen how they operate in Baghdad.
- Hush, John Paul! First, Baghdad is Iraq, not in Morocco, and then you can not imagine ...
- It has yet imagined much worse, our Joel! Martineau dismembered her, you do not qu'ça could give an idea the bandits of the desert? In my opinion ...
- Who cares for your opinion! You're not there to bring me bad luck, but for me to warm my coffee ...
Chapter 15: Complete rest advised.
That evening, Jean-Pierre Mourlon dozing. He suffered less, since he was kidnapped and cast its leads, but he must keep the supine position.
He dozes. He daydreams. He thinks. He thinks of his traveling companion Agnan Fumerol, their discoveries, to complicity in stupidly interrupted edge of a sidewalk ... Suddenly, the phone ringing him back to reality. He reaches his left arm to the handset. Ouch, the ligaments of the elbow always tug.
- It's you, Albert?
- Ah, it's not possible! Again she screamed Mourlon. No, ma'am, this is not Albert! I keep telling you!
- So, I figured wrong. Excuse me!
- You're wrong all the time. Hello you! Jean-Pierre
Mourlon hangs up violently, a move that arouses pain from shoulder to wrist. He tries to resume his reverie ...
round the door, the little face a caregiver Caribbean enters her room and moved
- Sir, you've seen the petition of emergency?
- Already signed Mourlon replies.
past two days, emergency physicians are circulating a petition calling for reinforcements. They protest. One month's heatwave, a month of cold polar deletion of 200 posts by the government. The situation is untenable ... But this is not the problem ... Jean-Pierre Mourlon
Three minutes later, the head nurse who comes to ask if everything goes well. It is followed by one of his colleagues:
- So, Mr. Mourlon is time stamp of your evening.
The seal in the mouth, Mourlon looking glass of water, which normally should be placed there on the bedside table near the phone. The strident tone startles him and gagging.
- Jean-Pierre, finally ...
- No, ma'am, I'm not ... Albert
- I know you're not Albert, since you are Jean-Pierre. Stop your jokes!
- No, ma'am, you're wrong ...
- Come on, Jean-Pierre! It did not seem to go ... Do not you recognize me? Jacques Diaz, former editor-in-ch ...
- Why ex? You resigned ?
- It's more complicated than that. You have to know that the newspaper was chugging. Temporary difficulties of cash, according to Morin, CFO. In fact, there was a penny in the coffers. Then the sharks arrived. That Baron Seilliere who redeemed us for symbolic euro ...
- Seilliere? Nenesse?
- Yeah, the media magnate, former iron and steel, aircraft and MEDEF. To sanitize the box, he fired nearly all staff and editorial direction decided more fun, more optimistic, more liberal in a nutshell. We no longer need literature is too difficult for modern readers, the people of the Baron did not have time to read. In this case, my place is no longer the Magazine ... I'm going to convert to blogs.
- My poor Mr. Diaz!
- And you, how you doing since your accident?
- I am recovering slowly. But since I hold you, you would not forget anything in my contract this summer?
- Exactly, I was going to come. Morin is the bastard who gave you sweetened your travel expenses. As I hope to get a good cake by way of severance pay, I tell thee pass a tad ... Your articles What you gonna do?
- I've been contacted for several publications. I sold the magazine of the Touring Club Travel with a phenomenon, you know the text that you find uninteresting. Auto-moto took my story on the 203 to Agnan Fumerol with six photos to boot. It'll pass in "Vehicles of Yesteryear." And I still have the magazine Gala proposals and Argus Winegrowers of the Southwest.
- Congratulations, my boy! When you get out of the hospital, if you have a party, come home for lunch.
Mourlon has just put the earpiece one second tone, even more strident seems he does start.
- Yes, that Jean-Pierre Mourlon, not Albert ...
- Why you m'parles Albert? You lose the ball?
- There is a name that bores me. J'te tell another time Agnan.
The new party is of course the scholar decizois. After a few banal words intended to boost the morale of journalists, Agnan Fumerol summarizing its activities and projects. A summary, in truth, which is related to the presentation: nearly three quarters of an hour are necessary to explain to his friend that he is in Corsica, where he oversaw the renovation of his villa, that Masons do little evidence of effectiveness, they drink a lot, as are all carpenters and plumbers on holiday on sick leave, the sun is still strong that the sea is full of jellyfish, which Dorastella the daughter of his cousin Devote just given birth to a big baby, that fires have flared up, the Sporting Bastia will rebound in the First Division, the brocciu is adulterated since this summer, he expects the boys around the 20th December for the housewarming, it relies on Jean-Pierre Mourlon, the trip will not be too hard on a plane, the villa is single storey and the valiant wounded can easily move with his crutches. All this punctuated with laughter and rumbling as Fumerol phone on their television watching a tape of Raymond Devos.
- Oh, I almost forgot the basics. You remember my code 00, désécriture, I've explained well ... You do not understand? Yet it was as simple as cabbage. Finally, it does not matter. It concerns me that this. So the désécriture is the future. My future, perhaps. I have been in contact with officers of the DGSE, the cons-espionage, if you prefer. They offer me a golden bridge for unveil my method. I have not yet said yes. But they keep me. One of these cops persecuting me about the book by Lenoir. He accuses me of having erased a lot of Touching Evil ... I do not know where he got it. Me that his thrillers Lenoir sells or not, I beat the eye. The only thing that bothers me is that it reveals the code 00 and it disrespects Olga Olby. Damn!
But then came the nurse
- Mourlon Sir, you are not reasonable ! Still on the phone! The doctor has advised not to get too agitated. You will still be 19 voltage tonight! Come, hang ...
Jean-Pierre Mourlon runs. He fears that nurse like the plague and has the annoying habit of the bully when he administers the injection twice daily. And the journalist was very cozy.
The end of the evening is a return to routine hospital
- Mr. Mourlon for dinner, you prefer the turkey cutlet or filet of sole?
- Mr. Mourlon, you take your temperature?
- Mr. Mourlon, I just draw the blinds. You will better.
- Mr. Mourmelon is the quest for the yellow parts of the President.
- Mr. Mourlon, your tea.
Etc ... etc ... without forgetting the inevitable phone call:
- It's you, Albert?
Chapter 11: The diamond was fake ... Of course!
The two guards will consult eyes. Should they let the beard, which exhibits a press card? Having received no formal ban, they let go, but one of the two beefy phone quickly to his colleague Theophrastus Crouter, specialist monitoring intruders he communicates a quick picture of the journalist and recommends keeping a eye open, and the good.
The VIP lounges of the Institute of France buzz of conversations, clinking of champagne flutes and laughing. Today, July 30, 2006, the Grand Prix jury VGE is enthroned with great pomp. Of course, the generous donor was there, beaming, surrounded a small courtyard and former employees of the last survivors of the Republican Party, Ladies of the world as emperlousées and banded geese and a flock of lovely escort girls-leased at exorbitant prices by publishing houses in competition. Paris has everything from intellectual luminaries and regulars worldly bum clip has made the trip: Alain Minc, Roland Castro, Alexandre Adler, Florent Pagny, Jean-Pierre Raffarin, Thierry Rolland, Serge Dassault, Claire Chazal, Frederic Beigbeder , PPDA, Brigitte Lahaye, Genevieve de Fontenay, Nelson Montfort ... Gently leaning on Doric column, Patrick Sébastien binges of cream puffs, a hand into the neckline of Danièle Gilbert, a personal guest of former President. A little later, Stéphane Bern harangue a bunch of old academics drives the sheet he tries to explain the link pedigree that connects to the counts Giscard d'Estaing. With her shorts
grated clodhoppers of his fighter and his bushy beard, Jean-Pierre Mourlon detonates a little in this meeting. He looked relaxed some friend, but sees it as a false brother Karl Zero, busy kissing a dowager, and Jean-Yves Lafesse escaping from the room, taking five skewers of buffalo smart. "Too bad, he'll have j'supporte atmosphere. Fortunately, the field is amazing, the Mumm Cordon Sanitaire 1976. "Sly as usual, the Christmas entarteur Godin lurking behind the sideboard, this is not no fun Mourlon. "Who this time? "Asked he.
Suddenly an usher just a gong hammered gilded Tsing-Tao. Increments, the din becomes silent. VGE, proud as a peacock, finds accents of command were his three decades earlier:
- Where Chont cameras? Ah, finally ... Merchi meschieux ... So here we are in che raschemblés days cholennel prochéder to the appointment of ladies and meschieux jurors who will have the honor ... formidable formidable, ah, ah, like cabbages submarine of the same name, which I lancha, ah, ah, ah ... "The Chuit speech disappears into a hissing ending, which is mixed with regular feedback effect: the company that supplied the Sonotonic equipment is not at all height .
Having swallowed 63 small lock 17 fours and champagne, Jean-Pierre Mourlon he stumbles on the Quai de Conti. Facing him, a flood of tourists opens the Gateway Arts, massed at the curb and watch the second fatal fire in which change color. And among these visitors, between a Japanese couple and a great American who does not distinguish it not?
- But ... I ... That's not n'rêve ...
- Jean-Pierre, a scoop for you! Hurry, man!
- I'm coming, Agnhhhhah!
The small pedestrian is still red. Without thinking, Jean-Pierre Mourlon, recklessly launched his right leg forward. Then a motorcycle delivery mowing. The reporter delves into the gutter and into a deep coma.
Yet if he had known! We
must wait until the second half of August to find Agnan in a room at the Hospital Claude Bernard, in the service of trauma; immaculately dressed in a blouse and wearing a paper cap, it explains to his friend the precipitation that has been causing the accident
- You know I am on excellent terms with Master Joseph Matoux, counsel for Nevers. In 1991, he pleaded for me in a ridiculous trial of joint ownership. It's him that Joel Lenoir chose to represent him at the Grand Prix VGE Remember that Lenoir was found, when you conducted your investigation to Decize. Yesterday morning, while I was doing some shopping at the Forum des Halles, I came across Matoux. We had lunch together, you think well, and told me Matoux the retreat of the best-selling author: Joel Lenoir and his entire family basking in the sun in Agadir. Invited by M 6, not the tv, not the king, Mohammed VI, is 6 million for his compatriots in the wind. Do you feel the strength to go find the bird in the desert?
- Sir, please do not abuse, spoke to the head nurse, a great horse spree, disguised as an actress Noh theater. Mr. Mourlon is not able to go out and it will take at least two months of convalescence.
- No problem! I will go myself. I will send you articles and a packet of dates. And it's not all, I have a good one that j'gardais for last. Giscard wants the diamond to give the winner is false, untrue. Matoux went to a diamond, a master-Ghittoune Levi, auctioneer rue d'Enghien. It was originally a small informal meeting of the candidates or their representatives; VGE had sent his emissaries, two bailiffs and a jeweler, with "little wonder "well packed and protected in a box in a briefcase shielded. A 118-carat dia's almost as beautiful as the Regent! Matoux had seen anything so bright, he still shakes that the pupil, the poverty! At the time of affixing his signature on the act of authentication, the expert had a doubt: it struck a small blow nail on the diamond, which was cracked and fragmented. It was a silica aggregate skillfully colored by chemical or alchemical. Master Levi-Ghittoune did not budge. Bokassa was good fun of her dear cousin Giscard ... As you imagine, the Grand Prix was canceled VGE, of course ...
The ringing phone interrupts the scholar suddenly. Jean-Paul Mourlon painfully extends the left arm to his bedside table, picks up the listener with caution because the dressing immobilizes the wrist to the shoulder blade. It is still the same whiny voice: - It is you, Albert?
- No, ma'am, you had to go wrong ... This is the eleventh time this morning that this old top bothered me. They could screen calls, the standard!
Chapter 12: Lenoir ... smoke.
31 August 2006: Lying in a hammock, Jean-Pierre Mourlon reread the last article he wrote before his accident and he entitled "The fire of God! "On a shelf, its scope, are placed two glasses of grenadine, a box of medicine, a pack of gypsies, a ream of blank paper and a laptop. During his convalescence, he asked a friend to send mails via the Internet agency who manage minute by minute Monde Diplomatique. It is a compensation for his unfinished investigation.
Sipping his grenadine, it scrolls on the screen the day's news:
"Paris AFP, 31-8, 18 h 27: Marrakech, Morocco, 18 h 12. A group of French tourists were kidnapped and 85 miles south of Agadir. Among them is the young novelist Joel Lenoir and his family who for three weeks, were the official guests of His Majesty Mohamed VI. The group was on a trek through the desert on three 4x4 vehicles. The Royal Moroccan police were immediately alerted. "
" Reuters. London, 31-8, 18 h 35: The first Masturbathon organized by the television English Channel Four has just ended, having produced two scandals in the religious and medical. The Archbishop of Canterbury has strongly protested against this competition libidinous''voyeuristic and reveals once again the poor state of British manners.'' Dr. Howard Pricks, sexologist, had to treat several candidates suffering from priapism stiff and he accuses the organizers of this tournament phallic jeopardize future sexual competitors. "
" Paparazzi-express.com Agency, Saint-Tropez, 31-8, 18 h 37: The sprightly Luc Ferry, former Minister of Education National, appointed by the Government of an inspection mission beach gay nightclubs and cabarets swingers, just held a press conference in the famous restaurant Chez''Jimmy''in Ramatuelle: he says adamantly opposed Marriage between homosexuals and heterosexuals. "
Mourlon neglects the news of this kind, focusing its attention on the case of South-Moroccan hostages.
"Paris AFP, 31-8, 19 h 16: From our correspondent in Rabat, Abdellatif Bouakkaz. The removal of the eleven French tourists and their four chaperones has been claimed by a mysterious revolutionary jihadist group, still unknown to security services kingdom. The claim is accompanied by a ransom demand: $ 2,000,000 in denominations of $ 10 Kalashnikov rifles and five hundred and nine. If the deadline at midnight is not met, the hostages will be slaughtered according to ritual. "
" Paris AFP, 31-8, 19 h 25. Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The minister, Douste-Blasé, is shocked by the kidnapping of French citizens occurred in South Moroccans. He deplores this act of piracy. Anxious to save the lives of innocent citizens, the Minister says he is ready to negotiate with the kidnappers and to consider their proposals. "
" Paris AFP, 31-8, 19 h 35. Ministry of Interior. Mr. Nicolas Sarkozy, returning from holidays studying in the Arcachon basin, said he would not yield to rantings of a pseudo-movement of the inner desert. "
" Paris AFP, 31-8, 19 h 38. Paul-Henri Marutey of Guedin, Deputy Chief of Staff of the Acting Presidency, announced that the President of the Republic, Mr. Jacques Chirac, will extend his stay by one week holiday at the Hotel Club Penguins Adelie Earth. This is the first residence on the Antarctic Continent with a French head of state. The president, accompanied by Mrs. Chirac, their daughter Claude, their little son-Martin, David Douillet and Guy Drut, remain in Adelie Land until the end of the week. "Jean-Pierre
Mourlon remains on all night. It remains all posts anxious to finally find a snippet of the life of that bloody Lenoir.
Midnight arrives, 1 am, nothing, 3 pm: nothing, 5 pm: Still nothing, 6 pm: nothing new ... if not for a minor tsunami in Outer Mongolia, the destruction by Israeli warplanes last of the building intact Beirut the marriage of Michael Jackson with Snow White (and the seven dwarfs, have added the gossips of Hollywood), the six hundredth anniversary of the death of Sigismund Lelonbec (inventor of the picnic and snail), the accident at Condoleeza Rice (victim of a herniated disc during a fishing trip for swordfish off the coast of Miami) and the imminent return of Spiderman on the screens.
The next morning, there is consternation among the publisher Golden Mask. Ernest Bonin, Chief Storekeeper, opens a box containing 180 copies of The Touch of Evil, his boss, Marcel Centuri, was responsible for replenishing the booksellers Corbigny whose stocks are exhausted. The model used mechanically flips a book. To his amazement, the text turned into black smoke, from page one to the last, the characters have vanished like the ink stains slid shapeless. Bonin think a failure, he grabbed the second copy, even surprise. While the carton is full of unreadable books ... And the board has been following the same transmutation. The damage is even more important since the whole Lot No. 17 BG, delivered last Friday, 25,000 copies, is affected by this weird printing defect. Only those free from this strange disease the last three cartons of Lot No. 16 BG. Ernest
Bonin is quick to refer to the director of the publishing house. Marcel Centuri, a southern blood, after a quick check, telephone his bad mood to the patron saint of the New Printing Glux-en-Glenne, head of the last three draws:
- You can not understand! 25,000 books unreadable, not to mention the dozens of boxes that I deliver is in bookstores department. This is a disaster! You put me on the straw ...
Marcel Centuri after nervously chewed his cheroot, swallowed the last crumbs of tobacco. Red as a lobster, it seems ready to explode: suspicious, Ernest Bonin eclipsed because he knows the wrath of his boss will fall sooner or later on his shoulders.
- You Gotta pay! I have the long arm, me! We will go to court ...
At the other end of the line, the Deputy Director of Printing, Cathy Tannenbaum, tries to reason with his interlocutor:
- But, sir ... We've done a good job. Each copy has been verified by us, once before trimming, once after the binding. This Certainly an excess moisture in your warehouses ...
- Humidity! You do not care for my mouth! He is 53 ° for nearly two months in my deposit. And it did not rain on the Morvan since the storm on 6 July! This s'rait ahead not a bad quality ink? Or failure to yer fucking machine? What you used, by any chance?
- Ah, then you fall ill. We only print with the Inkprima 256 of Bayer. And you know as well as me the qualities of our press Heidelberg GTO 46 ...
- Your drums were not obsolete, sometimes ? thundered the editor, the ravaged face of nervous tics. Marcel
Centuri collapses in his chair upholstered. He has little time to breathe because a call, two calls, three calls him arrive on the lines of his switchboard. These are booksellers who worry Decize: demand is growing strong with the return of holidays and the passage of a medal because of Education and each buyer has the unpleasant surprise to open the 'Touch of Evil (which he paid 17 €, anyway) and meet with dirty sheets, gray, unreadable, finally finding its stained fingers, wrists and lapels of his jacket or leggings shorts. Black smoke everywhere. Achilles Moutonard, Jocelyne and Gerard Poulette Vinattier sing the same refrain:
- Pay us, or we deliver real books, not scraps of sweeps.
Chapter 13: Scientific, police?
- Dear friend, thank you for coming. I hope you have been healed on the little incident of 17 July. An unfortunate misunderstanding, nothing more. Of course, I put away the traces, and this triple cunt Poirier will soon mutated ... guess! ... in New Caledonia. It'll make her feet, but not!
Warrant Caillac is even more compelling than usual. He sprinkles in the mess of the mobile gendarmerie, a recent promotion. Now, Warrant Officer Chief Warrant Officer and is he struts like a rooster. Around him shakes laced a ballet, subordinates, civilians, local elected officials, accompanied by their wives, all and all the compliment and put to forced smiles. The guests have a haste to rush to the buffet and stuff yourself. But first they must listen, or pretend to listen, seven or eight speeches ...
Agnan Fumerol hesitated before going to the police. The cops, this is not his world. However, WO - sorry, Chief Warrant Officer - Caillac is not a Pandora like the others. He prides himself on local history and heritage and, quite regularly, it calls the scholar decizois to clarify some details of the past to organize a cultural rally or to verify the exact age of a monument, it has even happened to associate two or three surveys quite contemporary, for example the disappearance of the War Memorial, or the case of motorcycle ghost (for this survey, the curious reader may refer to the Journal Center May 25, 1987 and following days).
The speeches are even more tedious than expected. Agnan Fumerol unable to suppress his yawns during the long speech that the mayor mumbles. However, he finds himself eagerly sniff the perfume which exhales from her neighbor's hair, wearing a brunette in braids, probably the wife or mistress of an officer. A fragrance that intrigue. This is not baton from Dior, perfume low end than females CRS Prisunic to buy common, and that evokes a blend sock dirty and tear gas. This is not ambush in Guerlain, he sniffed the Mysore sandalwood. Even fewer Flower Handcuffs Sonia Rykiel, Agnan not find the characteristic aroma of vanilla. No, it's a more subtle emanation, an intermediary between the ylang-ylang, iris from Florence and withered bark of sweetgum Japan.
"But, damn! It's of course! "Whispers there. "This is not a perfume is the smell of the Scientific Police Lab. This chick is on a mission. It will take me to do ... blunder not to blunders. If, by chance, was responsible Caillac of the investigation ... "
- You mean the investigation into the books removed, perhaps? The pretty
fliquette plainclothes backfired. She smiled mischievously. That's when he realizes Fumerol whispered a bit too hard.
"Very strong, girl! Or she has an electronic device, the micro kind of espionage. Hiding under his duvet, or in her bra ... "With these findings, Agnan Fumerol deviates step by step, and tries to disappear behind a firefighter service. It is very small, hoping that the following speeches will be shorter.
That's it! Lieutenant-Colonel Bourgeois, head of peacekeeping forces around the borough, to relax the atmosphere has just completed the grim contest of rhetoric by a series of Belgian jokes. The guests throw themselves on the tables which are stacked with nettles tarts, meringues with Nutella, sliced sausage, donkey, frog legs, nougat of Montelimar nets, turtles and pancakes with bacon (CWO ordered a buffet Mikbouch fancy his colleague, a native of the Comoros). Who is able to grab the hand that covets his neighbor. Paper plates flying, glass breaking, several guests armed band sting those who precede them, the woman collapsed in the member's blood in a bucket of sangria, the scrum is general.
Both Constables Auxiliary officers to guard the buffet and filling glasses, unable to channel this horde of hungry. Already they take out their guns and waving bars of chairs, claiming: "You can knock, chief? "
Agnan Fumerol much more serene, hidden behind the broad gauge of the fire service, enjoyed a steak stuffed ostrich eggs and pickled hummingbird in a blackcurrant coulis, a specialty of the islands. He has more than two bites to swallow. This is the moment chosen by Chief Warrant Officer Caillac to pull the shade.
- Agnan, my friend, do not stay there. Come with us. I will introduce one of our best scientists, the Commissioner CHAMPAGNOLE. Exactly, that you are a writer, no, no, do not blush, you publish regularly ...
Neo-promoted turns to a big chubby man with the physique of rugby.
- Mr. Fumerol is our local scholar. He knows everything about everything and I assume that your inquiry will be of interest.
Caillac Agnan and returns to him slipping on a confidential tone:
- You are certainly aware of this matter that affects our print writer Lenoir. It's already terrible, his abduction. Is he still alive at this hour? And her poor children ... It really is revolting! Huh? I hope we will find them quickly ... You do not seem to have much trouble. Jealousy between brothers, is not it? This is not your brother? Ah, I thought ... He does not play in the same division? A novelist, historian, is the same thing for the majority people. Well, the commissioner Champagnole will unmask the perpetrator of sabotage, the terrorist who attacked the novel by Joel Lenoir, the iconoclast who wants to destroy the contemporary literature. You disagree with me? And if you take it, he had a bad quarter of an hour! Me, I tell you plainly: crime fell in the streets and roads, it does not annoy us in books, but not! Between us, do you think this is another blow to the Islamists? Removal of the author, ransom, destruction of his book, crazy Al Qaeda are desperate to ...
Agnan Fumerol remembers all the articles in the Journal of the Centre for the past three weeks have reported the disappearance of Lenoir, and especially the bizarre story of characters deleted. He carefully cut out everything about the publishing botched Touching Evil and the polemics between publisher, printer and insurance. Obviously, he has an opinion on this sabotage ...
Embarrassed, he shakes hands Champagnole a sweaty hand, soft, fat; scholar inferred from this brief contact that the expert is a sneaky man.
- Mr. Fu ... me ... ... rol, Champagnole launches a nasal voice, is what your books, or some of your writings have been printed Glux-en-Glenne?
- Not that I know. I'm published by large houses in Paris, usually. But there was perhaps some exceptions, I do not know. Where do you come?
- My team of forensic analysis has three cans of ink Inkprima 256 of Bayer used by the printing Glux-en-Glenne. My chemists are adamant: this ink is top quality. However, I gather the opinions of experts. Do you think a printed text can fade so quickly? Under the effect of light? Because paper? And inks are they always reliable? We excluded all cases of chemical change. What do you think?
- Me, I just write. Chemistry is not my cup of tea, Fumerol ventures.
- Yet, you read many treatises on alchemy ...
- You are well informed, say so! You visited my library, perhaps?
- No, but we have a record of your Internet connection ...
- This is not legal! And if I went to complain to the Commission and Freedoms?
- Do not worry! The practice is common. But we blame yourself. You may well be of interest to alchemists. Caillac told me that the history books are filled with cases of witchcraft and magic ...
- Because Caillac is in on it.
Agnan Fumerol is furious, and if not afraid of causing a scandal, he would spit in the face of the sergeant-major. Now, he understands the move of its alleged admirer.
"Ah, my good man! You'll pay! "He promises in petto. Champagnole but did not finish the basin:
- Yesterday we were at the printers. The press is operating normally and it prints the texts are perfectly readable. Nothing can only explain the anomaly in the Lot 17 BG delivered to the publisher Golden Mask. One of my colleagues, Inspector Laci, however, suggests a hypothesis: the excessive heat that France has suffered this summer could cause a chemical reaction after the fact, the dispersion of carbon particles in tiny print. This assumption seems plausible. I think the investigation will soon be closed. It is a pity I did not have the benefit of your wisdom ...
Enlightenment, my ass! "Roared Fumerol internally. A mellifluous voice slips into her ear:
- You should be polite, gentleman scholar!
"Again this bug fliquette! No way! It has a sonar in the skull, this one! "
- You guessed right, sir scholar. The Minister has given us an electro-acoustic equipment upscale. We have ways of making you talk, and even to know your thoughts ... This is not witchcraft, it?
Chapter 14:
"The sky will pop up a smoke ... This will be the punishment. "City of
Decize
DECIZE 58300, France.
Office of the Mayor.
Decize, September 3, 2006, A
Mr. Chief of the Gendarmerie Royale Marocaine,
Province Agadir, Morocco.
Sir
Since August 31, several of my fellow hostages are administered in a rebel band that threatens to execute them. Mr. Joel Lenoir is a young writer, full of talent, whose recent literary successes are a credit to our city. In this capacity he has had the distinct honor of being invited by your king, His Majesty Mohamed VI.
The purpose of this letter is to dispel the anxiety that torments me which had gripped the entire population of our city. Would you please kindly inform me the progress of your research and I hope with all my heart that very soon Mr. Lenoir, his beautiful wife and toddler friendly we will come back safe and sound, thanks to the tenacity and effectiveness your services, I doubt not, will triumph over those scoundrels.
Accept ... etc ...
Andrew Tavel Mayor Decize Knight of the Legion of Honor.
Moroccan Royal Gendarmerie, Colonel
Benameur Atif Awad, Head of Section
terrorism,
Province Agadir, Morocco. To Mr.
Mayor Decize, France. On September 5, 2006,
Mayor,
is prompt and caring as I answer your mail.
Despite all the checks, all the patrols, the detention of hundreds of suspects and suspected terrorist allies, we were unable to locate your fellow Lenoir, neither his wife nor his Heirs.
However, our officers have made great progress in the investigation, spurred by threats of the Minister of Interior and the premium of 25000 DH that we were promised by His Highness Prince Moulay Kabouya. We examined the text of ransom who came to the press since Aug. 31. The language did not match any known terrorist groups in the country, nor of former Polisario separatists as Islamic extremists. It would seem to emanate from an informal group of bandits. We focused our surveys to the underworld that exists between our southern cities and neighboring countries.
If we get any information of interest, it goes without saying that we will pass it by agreement with our regulators and the Embassy of France.
Please accept, Mr. Mayor, etc. ...
Sidi Benameur Atif Awad, Colonel of the Royal Gendarmerie, Officer of the Order of the Silver Chamelle.
PS: Please find enclosed a copy of the ransom demand, translated into French and corrected.
the name of God, the merciful, all-powerful ...
Today, 14 miscreants have fallen into our hands, 11 Western corrupt, protected from the tyrant who leads the kingdom to ruin and was sold off to the interests of American liberalism and reviled, and four of their stooges, traitors to the country. To see these dogs alive, there is only one solution: that the Royal Bank of Morocco we should send two million (2,000,000) dollars in cuts $ 10 and a batch of 500 new Kalashnikovs, with the ammunition needed. The holy book tells us that if we do not deliver the Kingdom of the renegades, "The sky will pop up a visible smoke at all, which will cover all men. This will be the punishment. "Our prisoners
have only a few hours before their carcasses are skinned by vultures. The ransom and weapons must be filed before tonight, midnight, before the 4th palm right of the wadi, after the well of Bir Kenkou in the oasis of Sidi Lakhdar.
Freedom, Faith and Perseverance. Invincible
Committee for the Fight against the universal enemy.
Notes Colonel Benameur Aouad:
1 ° Despite the header, the quotation from the Koran (sura of Smoke, No 44), this alleged group does not like the style of fundamentalist religious organizations.
2 ° oasis of Sidi Lakhdar was invested by two battalions of the Royal Moroccan Army and the well has been mined. The population of the oasis has been extensively questioned and deported. Nothing happened in this oasis since August 31.
3 ° Some words in this text we suggest a fanciful claim ...
Mayor Decize is obviously not satisfied with that answer. For three days he bombards letters and fax the prefecture, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Interior Ministry, the Embassy of Morocco, the Red Cross, several NGOs and major media outlets. Without any results. Ministers are occupied by the international situation, in Lebanon, Iraq and Liechtenstein, for the price of a barrel of oil that burns and that of the barrel Ariel foam. Employees refer to an office in the other complaints of this little man Tavel, although arrogant campaign for mayor.
Andrew Tavel camped in his office. He has already threatened to do a hunger strike unlimited if the authorities do not press the release of writer decizois and his family. He is convinced that the population of the town will join him and that this event will weigh heavily in the negotiations with the kidnappers.
- Unless they have been sliced, suggested the keeper. You've seen how they operate in Baghdad.
- Hush, John Paul! First, Baghdad is Iraq, not in Morocco, and then you can not imagine ...
- It has yet imagined much worse, our Joel! Martineau dismembered her, you do not qu'ça could give an idea the bandits of the desert? In my opinion ...
- Who cares for your opinion! You're not there to bring me bad luck, but for me to warm my coffee ...
Chapter 15: Complete rest advised.
That evening, Jean-Pierre Mourlon dozing. He suffered less, since he was kidnapped and cast its leads, but he must keep the supine position.
He dozes. He daydreams. He thinks. He thinks of his traveling companion Agnan Fumerol, their discoveries, to complicity in stupidly interrupted edge of a sidewalk ... Suddenly, the phone ringing him back to reality. He reaches his left arm to the handset. Ouch, the ligaments of the elbow always tug.
- It's you, Albert?
- Ah, it's not possible! Again she screamed Mourlon. No, ma'am, this is not Albert! I keep telling you!
- So, I figured wrong. Excuse me!
- You're wrong all the time. Hello you! Jean-Pierre
Mourlon hangs up violently, a move that arouses pain from shoulder to wrist. He tries to resume his reverie ...
round the door, the little face a caregiver Caribbean enters her room and moved
- Sir, you've seen the petition of emergency?
- Already signed Mourlon replies.
past two days, emergency physicians are circulating a petition calling for reinforcements. They protest. One month's heatwave, a month of cold polar deletion of 200 posts by the government. The situation is untenable ... But this is not the problem ... Jean-Pierre Mourlon
Three minutes later, the head nurse who comes to ask if everything goes well. It is followed by one of his colleagues:
- So, Mr. Mourlon is time stamp of your evening.
The seal in the mouth, Mourlon looking glass of water, which normally should be placed there on the bedside table near the phone. The strident tone startles him and gagging.
- Jean-Pierre, finally ...
- No, ma'am, I'm not ... Albert
- I know you're not Albert, since you are Jean-Pierre. Stop your jokes!
- No, ma'am, you're wrong ...
- Come on, Jean-Pierre! It did not seem to go ... Do not you recognize me? Jacques Diaz, former editor-in-ch ...
- Why ex? You resigned ?
- It's more complicated than that. You have to know that the newspaper was chugging. Temporary difficulties of cash, according to Morin, CFO. In fact, there was a penny in the coffers. Then the sharks arrived. That Baron Seilliere who redeemed us for symbolic euro ...
- Seilliere? Nenesse?
- Yeah, the media magnate, former iron and steel, aircraft and MEDEF. To sanitize the box, he fired nearly all staff and editorial direction decided more fun, more optimistic, more liberal in a nutshell. We no longer need literature is too difficult for modern readers, the people of the Baron did not have time to read. In this case, my place is no longer the Magazine ... I'm going to convert to blogs.
- My poor Mr. Diaz!
- And you, how you doing since your accident?
- I am recovering slowly. But since I hold you, you would not forget anything in my contract this summer?
- Exactly, I was going to come. Morin is the bastard who gave you sweetened your travel expenses. As I hope to get a good cake by way of severance pay, I tell thee pass a tad ... Your articles What you gonna do?
- I've been contacted for several publications. I sold the magazine of the Touring Club Travel with a phenomenon, you know the text that you find uninteresting. Auto-moto took my story on the 203 to Agnan Fumerol with six photos to boot. It'll pass in "Vehicles of Yesteryear." And I still have the magazine Gala proposals and Argus Winegrowers of the Southwest.
- Congratulations, my boy! When you get out of the hospital, if you have a party, come home for lunch.
Mourlon has just put the earpiece one second tone, even more strident seems he does start.
- Yes, that Jean-Pierre Mourlon, not Albert ...
- Why you m'parles Albert? You lose the ball?
- There is a name that bores me. J'te tell another time Agnan.
The new party is of course the scholar decizois. After a few banal words intended to boost the morale of journalists, Agnan Fumerol summarizing its activities and projects. A summary, in truth, which is related to the presentation: nearly three quarters of an hour are necessary to explain to his friend that he is in Corsica, where he oversaw the renovation of his villa, that Masons do little evidence of effectiveness, they drink a lot, as are all carpenters and plumbers on holiday on sick leave, the sun is still strong that the sea is full of jellyfish, which Dorastella the daughter of his cousin Devote just given birth to a big baby, that fires have flared up, the Sporting Bastia will rebound in the First Division, the brocciu is adulterated since this summer, he expects the boys around the 20th December for the housewarming, it relies on Jean-Pierre Mourlon, the trip will not be too hard on a plane, the villa is single storey and the valiant wounded can easily move with his crutches. All this punctuated with laughter and rumbling as Fumerol phone on their television watching a tape of Raymond Devos.
- Oh, I almost forgot the basics. You remember my code 00, désécriture, I've explained well ... You do not understand? Yet it was as simple as cabbage. Finally, it does not matter. It concerns me that this. So the désécriture is the future. My future, perhaps. I have been in contact with officers of the DGSE, the cons-espionage, if you prefer. They offer me a golden bridge for unveil my method. I have not yet said yes. But they keep me. One of these cops persecuting me about the book by Lenoir. He accuses me of having erased a lot of Touching Evil ... I do not know where he got it. Me that his thrillers Lenoir sells or not, I beat the eye. The only thing that bothers me is that it reveals the code 00 and it disrespects Olga Olby. Damn!
But then came the nurse
- Mourlon Sir, you are not reasonable ! Still on the phone! The doctor has advised not to get too agitated. You will still be 19 voltage tonight! Come, hang ...
Jean-Pierre Mourlon runs. He fears that nurse like the plague and has the annoying habit of the bully when he administers the injection twice daily. And the journalist was very cozy.
The end of the evening is a return to routine hospital
- Mr. Mourlon for dinner, you prefer the turkey cutlet or filet of sole?
- Mr. Mourlon, you take your temperature?
- Mr. Mourlon, I just draw the blinds. You will better.
- Mr. Mourmelon is the quest for the yellow parts of the President.
- Mr. Mourlon, your tea.
Etc ... etc ... without forgetting the inevitable phone call:
- It's you, Albert?
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