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ir?" asked Fandor in his turn. "I know a few people: so does the abbe who accompanies me. I have it!... an idea ... Corporal, come at six o'clock this evening ... no, seven o'clock, and very punctually, and ask for me at the printing office of the Noret Brothers. They are real good fellows! You will find some youngsters of your own age there. You will find you have much in common. I am sure they will prove useful acquaintances." The man in the fur coat accented the word "useful." This told Fandor that there was business on hand at the printing works--and he was to be involved in it. "You are really too kind, sir!... I do not wish to."... "Not at all! Not at all! It is nothing! And you have been so obliging!... Come to the Noret's at seven without fear of being considered an intruder!" The man in the fur coat accentuated the word "fear" significantly. He set his motor going and jumped into the car. "Again, many thanks, Corporal! I do not offer to take you back to Verdun, as my car has only two seats! Till this evening, then!" The car moved off, rapidly putting on speed. "There goes the chief spy!" thought Fandor. "Never set eyes on the fellow before, nor heard his voice, either! Now, whom shall I meet to-night at this cursed rendezvous, and what is the business? Some traitorous deviltry, of course!" * * * * * It was striking seven when Fandor presented himself at the Noret printing works. He rang: he was admitted, and shown into a waiting-room. There was a touch of the convent parlour about it. The man who had opened to him asked: "What name shall I give to the gentlemen, Monsieur?" "Tell them it is Corporal Vinson." Fandor's heart was beating like a sledge hammer as the minutes dragged by: it was an eternity of waiting! A flock of suspicions crowded his mind: might he not have fallen into a trap? At last a tall, thin, red-bearded young man walked into the room: he greeted Fandor-Vinson with: "Good evening, Corporal. Our mutual friends have informed us that we might expect you. They have not arrived yet; but there is no need to wait for a regular introduction--what do you think?" "You are too kind, Monsieur. A simple corporal like myself is very fortunate to find friends in a garrison town." "To pass the time till our friends arrive, what do you say to visiting the workshops?... You will find it interesting ... and useful." "That word 'useful'
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