Epilogue

Two weeks later, Tintin played with Snowy in the backyard of Marlinspike Hall.

Free time never lasted like that. The lad felt he had all the time the world had left. Since he arrived to home with Captain Haddock, he has been receiving hundreds of letters, thanking him of what he did back in Paris. People who managed to sneak to the gang used to end dead, because they were being investigated by a few members. However, Tintin managed to go undercover as some famous gangster who was considered a 'god' by others, due to the 'impossible' things it did, like murdering 90 policemen with just one bullet, survived tons of explosions, killed a rhino with his hands, defeated the karate masters with just a few kicks, and many more.

And how did he defeat the real "Nameless"? It was quite hard. The gangster spotted him following the Circle of Paris and suddenly, attacked him. The place where the fight was occurring was abandoned. With a few tricks under his sleeve, Tintin managed to knock out the gangster and handed him over the police.

Then, he left and got the necessary to impersonate the "Nameless".

The lad was still proud of what he did, and he didn't doubt on writing an article of that adventure and sending it to the newspaper.

After playing for a good while, both went inside to the house. Tintin sat on the sofa of the main hall and took a book to read.

Suddenly, Captain Haddock appeared with a giant-like package.

-Lad, this arrived a while ago.- he said.- It's for you.-

-Who sent it?- Tintin asked as he was getting up from the sofa.

-Someone from London.-

-Let's open it.-

As they were opening the package, a small envelope attached to it fell to the Captain's feet. He took it and gave it to the lad. Tintin opened it and started to read. After a few minutes, he finished and returned to the Captain, who was trying to open the revealed brown-coloured chest.

-What is it, boy?- The Captain asked

-This was sent by my father's lawyer.- Tintin replied.- He said I was the only one mentioned in his will, and thus, I received all his stuff.-

-Did he send you the key of this thing?-

-Yeah, here it is.- Said as he took the key located inside the envelope.

The Captain opened it carefully, and what the chest was containing was revealed: more chests. He had no option, but to open them, one by one. English Pounds, clothes, a few papers with drawings, notes, and a black book were the contents of each chest.

-What do I do with these?- Tintin asked

-I don't know, lad.- The Captain replied.- What if I help you to take it to the attic while you take your decision?-

-That's a good idea.-

The two men put all the stuff away and went towards the attic.

After a long while, they finally managed to put the chest in a secure place. Tintin then opened it and took the drawings and the black book with him. Haddock saw the lad and thought he might have wanted to see a few pictures of his family.

-Lad, you're coming to eat?- He asked

-Sure.- He replied.- I just need to put this in my room.-

-Okay, I'll wait you down there.-

The Captain left and Tintin went directly to his room and put the papers and the book in his desk. He wondered then what was the book containing, if more sketches, notes about the Antique Shop, or something else. The lad then left to eat with the Captain.

A few hours passed and Tintin returned to his room. He was full with curiosity, because he didn't want to wait to read the black book.

He opened it and saw a few sketches and "non-sensed" writing. Tintin recalls Remy was able to tell stories "out of nowhere" and the writings he saw in the book were hiding something.

It was almost 4:00 am, and the lad didn't want to sleep until he managed to know if his father was hiding something in those drabbles.

Why did he mix a language with another? He thought. Is it a secret code or something?

Then, almost giving up, he decided to read it in a somewhat loud voice.

A clue word then passed through his mind, but how?

He read then the next paragraph in the same tone and volume, and another word appeared in his mind.

What was he hiding? The plans of the Circle of Paris.

He repeated the same process with the first pages, until he had a sentence:

"Read page seventy-five."

Tintin searched the page, and discovered more non-sensed drabbles.

It's like everything he wrote in this page is in another language... in backwards! He said in his thoughts. Wait... backwards?

Tintin then took the book near a mirror. He was now able to read what the page was saying. It was, in fact, a list of contacts of the Circle of Paris. The lad was amazed, and he continued reading.

Page through page, the lad was getting amazed. All the information of worldwide gangsters was there. He continued reading, until he reached the last page. A very odd thing, it was the date.

Did he visit Paris once a year because he was still following them? He wondered.

The page was written a day before his murder.

He started to study it and, managed to figure out the name, phone, and location of their contacts.

Great Snakes! He thought.

He soon left quickly his room and went to the Captain's.

The man was sleeping.

Suddenly, Tintin entered to the room without knocking the door.

-Captain! We need to go to Mexico!-

Haddock rose from his bed, very surprised.

-What!- He asked

One of the few things he disliked from Tintin was his "never getting a rest".

-Lad, you know what time is it?- The Captain asked.- I want to sleep! Mexico can wait.-

-Captain, a cargo of drugs not available in Europe is going to be sent in two days!- Tintin replied.

-Fine, fine. I'm going.- Haddock said as he got up from his bed.- I'll try to get the plane tickets, you go and pack your stuff.-

A/N: The epilogue of my fanfic, and the entrance of another fanfic in progress: Tintin in Mexico. Want to find out what will happen? Stay tuned for it.

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