Chapter Twenty-One: Zero points.
Disappointment quickly succeeds to the enthusiasm when the trio manages to read the message Fumerol. Champagnole shines Mourlon on a look vindictive:
- Yet, you had spoken well of the code zero-zero.
- Oh! He had especially told that the code did not exist. I think he tried all kinds of experiences, but it did not have success.
- So why have we taken for a ride for so long?
Champagnole Commissioner is furious. It now measures the failure of his mission, the adverse consequences that may ensue.
- And he laughed at us ... He would not reveal his secret. But the code still exists ... Because hundreds of copies of the book Lenoir who have been cleared, it was not nothing!
- And the documents that we have seized just after his death, added Inspector Nemo. I remember we spent a few nights in the Survey, the lab ...
Mourlon casts an eye back on the back of the canvas. Enrolled in a series of concentric circles - which correspond exactly to the halo of St. Spiridon - message posthumous Agnan Fumerol is concise:
"Needless désécrire. Just do not write. I tried, I could not find. The code was a zero-zero decoy. "
- Commissioner, our mission is closed. You will make me ...
- Not so fast, my friend. You signed a two-year contract with the service. We know well ... use your talents
- A contract for discovering désécriture exclusively!
- You will use the books. Exactly, I received a request from a counselor at the Elysee. Up there, they never fail to biographers, but nobody has written about the military exploits of the President. Must say it has not done military service, nor participated in any war, for now. But he is envious of his pal Bush. You can see Las Cases in the little great man, author of the Memorial of Neuilly, or De Bello contra Racaillam ... That should satisfy your ego.
- Meanwhile, I really need a perm. A fortnight should suffice. The time to go visit my parents Hildegard, Bad Ischl, Austria. Because you are not unaware that ...
- You will get engaged. Congratulations. I will do whatever is necessary. And then you can resume editing Fumerol, his sanctimonious will be decommissioned sooner or later, more "secret" and unqualified imprimatur. You're luckier than me.
- You are there for nothing. If your heads were naive enough to think of a recipe, they got what they deserved ...
- You can not imagine the stupidity of the great who govern us. The other day I read that the Burmese dictators did delete sentences that might undermine their authority in newspapers, and they forced to replace them with harmless advertisements. The result: when a reader reads a section full of ads for cars, gadgets or insurance contracts, it is sure that things go wrong and he imagines the worst.
Chapter Twenty-two: Twelve chapters in Search of an Author.
- Well, sir Leray, business resumed.
- Softly, softly.
- Published qu'vous working for the Army now. It must pay well.
- Do you! The only advantage is that it pays me a salary, but I lost my freedom. Thierry Leray
recovers its currency, the crusty baguette stuck under his left arm and leaves the bakery. Rue de la Republic is swept by strong winds. Spring is once again disturbed, this year and one day he made 27 °, the next night it freezes, storms come and go, the Loire is in flood, buds burst, the cherry blossoms fall. Not surprising because since the last presidential election, "everything is possible" as the repeated factor tirelessly Jean-Paul Ragot.
- Why, exactly, I thought of you, Popaul.
- And here I am loyal to the post, but a little less to post.
- You seem busy.
- What do you want? With municipal elections, we were overwhelmed with useless paper. When you think that there are eleven lists Decize.
- The place is good ...
- Tavel And Dede does not represent. Hey, I have a letter for you.
- Come read in Maxim. You did well for a minute.
- Even two or three. And besides, I have a thirst for these!
factor dips his mustache in the foam of red beer.
- What it says to you, your old skin? Still in love?
- Do not fuck, I can not blair. Oh, look. I'll make you laugh:
"Philomena Samenot, Inspector Educational Honorary Officer of the Academic Palms - it reminds me of the ugly duckling - etc. ... etc. ... Dear Mr. Editor, I learned from a friend that decizoise young and sprightly journalist - talk about a playboy! - Was on the trail of a secret code that is revolutionizing the world of publishing and bibliophile. As in our family we are more to tease the muse - or her! I pity the poor muse! - I allowed myself to organize, with the help of my daughter, my granddaughters and two cousins in the way of Britain, a little contest. It was found that in the best frame of adventure novel. And we offer the exclusivity of our imaginings. It remains only to shape the work and we thought that among the writers of talent you are editing, he found the great novelist - without a doubt, my dear - who will benefit from our proposals ... "
- It gene not the same: If it is so great, she and her tribe, why not publish does not at the author?
- Probably to avoid financial risks ... wait for the sequel!
"Here is a diagram of the first twelve chapters: 1 °
Mourlon sagacious journalist discovers the copied code désécriture writing in a notebook where fire Agnan Fumerol traced his first letters to primary school. 2 ° The spiritual
Mourlon journalist examines the curious recipe:
- Grind black anthracite double zero.
- Pour one ounce of sulfur harvested at the entrance to Hades.
- Add two petals of edelweiss picked the roof of Finnmark in full sun to midnight.
- Pour a bowl of cider AOC Pays d'Auge and two calabashes of palm oil.
- Touillez Bourdalou in china.
- Dry the mixture in a linen sheet, a full moon.
- Reduce powder and bag in pockets of wallabies.
- then sprinkle the pages désécrire.
- On the third day, the magnum opus will end.
3 ° Mourlon crafty steals a sample of the Museum of Anthracite Mine Machine. With great difficulty, he grinds the robot married her neighbor.
4 ° The smart journalist includes flipping moult and moult old volumes that the entry of Hell is located near Naples, the Campi Flegrei, and that it easily picks up sulfur in the purest Solfatara of Pozzuoli. He goes presto.
5 ° clever journalist Mourlon his expedition returned to Gates of Hell, alas, on the ring road from Naples, his vehicle was hit by a truck, two armed men forced him to follow them, he is a prisoner of the local chief of Camorra, Don Vito San Ceruto. This demands a ransom of 500,000 €.
6 ° ransom is paid by the CIA got wind research the courageous journalist Mourlon. It is released from the underground Roman villa where he was reclusive Castellammare ... "
- Tell me if I'm dreaming! Your inspector retired, she is unbeatable in the romance of train station. Mourlon our friend will be delighted when he will be dressed as Tintin, Indiana Jones or Rouletabille. Because you'll read him mumble, I hope ...
- Trust me. When he learns his pseudo-adventures, he is okay to laugh.
- You know, I have an idea. We will propose this scenario Joel Lenoir. Since his return from Switzerland, he is languishing in his mansion.
- Want more? There are six chapters
... ... "7 The estimable journalist Mourlon hand pick edelweiss in Northern Samoyeds. After a grueling journey from the glaciers, he discovered the coveted flower. At home, he passed quickly from one of his colleagues, local correspondent of the daily Paris-Normandie Pont-Audemer, which makes it taste the best cider in the country and equips a solid reserve for future experiments. The astute
8 ° Mourlon unearths, with an old junk from the Porte de Saint-Ouen, a genuine Bourdalou china ... "
- What is c'machin?
- A chamber pot. Named after a Grand Century preacher, Father Bourdaloue. He preached for so long that his parishioners had to bring with them a chamber pot in order to relieve themselves by listening, without having to leave the church.
- Funny, your story. Appears that the Venezuelans have empty cans while watching the speech of their caudillo. Continues, please ...
... "9 The mischievous reporter stirs the mixture, then poured into a sheet of linen stolen from the Marquise de la Tour Who Lean. This chapter would benefit from being enriched by a chase between the groves that surround the old Gothic castle.
10 ° minions of the CIA, who did not forget to watch our watchful eye of a clever journalist, remove it nightly and lead in their lair Langsey, Virginia. There, in a laboratory ultra-modern, experts are preparing to remove barrels of powder (powder-erasing pattern filed by Pfizer). 11 °
The clever journalist arrives to escape from his guards during a visit to Disney World. He assaults a false dwarf from Snow White, accepts his place and miscarriage - automatic correction of the fool! - They part company with the CIA The CIA
12 ° pours thousands of tons of powdered eraser on Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, Gaza and West Bank. This has no effect because it lacks oil palm! During that time, the Jester Mourlon manages to make his true powder désécriture in U.S. federal archives in clothes - ah, this stupid automatic correction! - In the basement of the Vatican, those in the Kremlin, the BNF, the European Central Bank, in filing the Parisian Messaging, and even in the municipal library Decize. But this chapter is a dream of the ineffable Mourlon, who wakes up on a beach in Miami, lying near a bimbo (not a creature of dreams, but of flesh and bone). The beautiful Angelina Exquisite is obviously a secret agent in the pay of Al Qaeda. [LOOK] "
- What class, friend Mourlon!
- What imagination, granny!
- And all this is thanks to the vagaries of Agnan Fumerol. END
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