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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