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OU_214051 UNIVERSA - Osmania University

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112 MAINLY MAIGRET<br />

me away. For money, of course. You'd do anything for money,<br />

wouldn'c you? "<br />

" Oh, stop that damned nonsense! "<br />

"And I should have guessed that was your game when you<br />

tricked me into coming here."<br />

She raised her arm to slap him, but he looked so frail and<br />

wretched in his draggled pyjamas that she let it fall again;<br />

"Get dressed!"<br />

" Don't you order me about! I'll do what I damn' well please—<br />

and I warn you you'll regret it!" He watched Sylvie from the<br />

corner of an eye to see what effect his threat had had on her, but<br />

she had her back to him apd was staring out of the window.<br />

On the previous evening she had been summoned to the headquarters<br />

of the Brussels Silrete and confronted by three police<br />

officers. Two of them were smoking pipes. The detective who<br />

had questioned her at the cabaret was sitting on a corner of the<br />

table, beside a Belgian Police Superintendent. The third man,<br />

w r ho kept pacing up and down the room, was a member of the<br />

Paris Surete.<br />

" Take your seat, Mademoiselle. Now let's hear why you told<br />

us all those lies. ..."<br />

She had found time to glance at the papers strewn on the table<br />

and to notice a letter headed: Station Cafi, Charleroi.<br />

With an effort she conjured up a smile, an air of injured<br />

innocence.<br />

" And wouldn't you have done the same thing in my place? "<br />

she asked breezily.<br />

The three men exchanged glances; then they too grinned, taken<br />

by her effrontery.<br />

For three days Sylvie had been expecting this to happen. She<br />

knew the porter at the Palace had seen her taking away Elie's<br />

luggage; and not only the porter but the boots, who had helped to<br />

load it into the taxi. And as it's always the same taxis that use the<br />

rank outside a big hotel, there had been no difficulty in tracing the<br />

one she'd taken. The trail led to Charleroi, first to the Station Cafe,<br />

then to No. 53, Rue du Laveu.<br />

" Is he still lodging with youf parents? "<br />

" I haven't a notion.... And that's the gospel truth."<br />

" Are you aware that we could arrest you for aiding and abetting?<br />

"<br />

Her eyelids fluttered; she smiled again.

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