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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