A Very Long Engagement Page #4

Why chase pipe dreams?

lf he was alive,

you'd have heard from him.

He was taken prisoner.

And stayed with a German girl

with braids and big b*obs!

A Breton boy eating sauerkraut!

lmpossible!

- Can l help?

- Keep your feet on the ground.

l stand on my own two feet!

- What?

- Never mind.

l heard you anyway.

But your dreams don't stand up.

Manech

can't have been taken at Bingo.

Our men took the trench facing it.

Normally, it's the winners

who take prisoners.

So he's lost his mind.

Or he's in hiding,

to avoid hard labour.

Stop dreaming, Mathilde!

Face up to it.

You'll find a husband, despite...

Something's off-key.

l'll find the "Mess Hall Marauder",

Clestin Poux.

What can l get for you?

Or the Corsican's whore.

She might know more than me.

Tomorrow, l go to Paris.

What for?

To find a survivor

from Bingo Crpuscule.

Germain Pire, Private Detective

The Peerless Pry

I'm used to handling

red-hot affairs.

l've a cupboard full.

Scandals that would've been

brushed under the carpet...

brought to light by Pire's prying.

Take this big affair...

very delicate.

ln '17, a train derails.

425 soldiers on leave, dead.

The enquiry reveals how

an officer ordered the departure,

despite faulty brakes.

A total cover-up

by Poincar's government.

The victims' families only hope

of finding the officer?

Germain Pire!

The Peerless Pry.

Peerless, Miss.

I found their officer,

to the military's great displeasure.

Granted, he was dead and buried.

l'll just pack my bags and be on

my way to track down Poux Clestin

and the Corsican's fiance.

And your fees, Mr. Peerless Pry?

The Pry only bleeds dry

sitting ducks, Miss.

For you, I can do...

20 francs a day.

Plus expenses, of course.

Why so kind?

Hlne, come and say hello.

Don't worry about expenses.

Germain Pire eats little,

doesn't drink and tips sparingly.

Notre Dame de Paris?

Not Notre Dame de Paris!

l'm calling from Paris

about Notre Dame Benot!

Benot Notre Dame!

A strapping,

good-hearted farmer.

Died for his country.

I've lost many a parishioner.

Are his wife and Baptistin

still there?

Quiet!

Miss Minet, I can't hear a thing!

No. She upped and left one day,

with no forwarding address.

ls that a choir l hear?

Of course, it's a choir!

We are in a church, Miss!

But that's no hymn at your end!

Thank you, Father. Goodbye.

Bingo Crpuscule!

I can't make head nor tail of it!

I thought you liked defending

lost causes.

Your impertinence

was charming at 10, not at 20!

Then start taking me seriously.

You're wasting your money

on a grotesque crusade!

Bingo Crpuscule!

Why not Yippee doodle-doo?

I want access to army archives.

Let's say

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