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i38 MAINLY MAIGRET used now, since the Ems canal had been made to join Delfzijl and Groningen; for the latter was much bigger. This one, the Amsterdiep, a winding, muddy canal, shaded by beautiful trees, was hardly used at all except for lumber and by some of the smaller craft. Farms scattered here and there. A shipwright's yard . . . Leaving the Popingas' house for the Liewens's, you would first of all come to the Wienands's villa, which was only thirty yards away. Then a house that was being built. Then a large piece of waste land, and after that the timber-yard with its piles of treetrunks. Beyond the latter was a bend in the canal, and then came another empty space. From here you could distinctly see the windows of the Popingas' house and—a little to the left—the white lighthouse over on the other side of the town. Maigret looked up at the lighthouse, then asked: " Does the light shine this way? " " Yes, when it comes round. It's a revolving light." " So at night it lights up this bit of the towing-path? " " Yes," she said again, with a little laugh, as though reminded of something which tickled her. " Given away many a spooning couple, I dare say! " grunted Maigret. She left him just before they reached the Popingas' on the pretext of taking a short cut, but really so as not to be seen with him. Maigret did not stop. It was a modern brick-built house with a little garden in front and a vegetable garden behind. A path on the right-hand side, and on the left a patch of empty ground. He preferred to go back to the town, which was only five hundred yards away. Coming to the lock which separated the canal from the harbour, he stopped. The latter was alive with boats, ranging from one to three hundred tons, made fast alongside each other. To the left the Hotel Van Hasselt. He went in. • A large dark room with varnished panelling in which floated a complex smell of beer, schnapps, and floor-polish. A full-sized billiard-table. A brass-railed table covered by newspapers. As soon as Maigret entered, a man rose to his feet and came forward from his corner.

A CRIME IN HOLLAND 139 " Are you the person who has been sent by the French police? " He was tall, thin, and bony, with a long face with accentuated features, horn-rimmed spectacles, and thick hair standing up en brosse. " I expect you're Professor Duclos? " answered Maigret* He had not pictured him so young. Duclos might have been between thirty-five and thirty-eight, hardly more. But there was something about him which struck Maigret oddly. " You come from Nancy, I think? " " That is to say, I have a professorship there. Sociology. . .." " But you weren't born in France? " They were already sparring. " In Switzerland, the French part. And I'm now a naturalized French subject. I took my degrees in Paris and Montpellier." " And you're a Protestant? " " What makes you think so? " It was difficult to say. Somehow or other it was written all over the man. Duclos belonged to a type the inspector knew well. Men of science. Learning for learning's sake. Abstract ideas. A certain austerity in his gait and movements, and no doubt also in his conduct. Contacts in many countries. The kind of man who had a passion for lectures, conferences, and correspondence with colleagues abroad. He was distinctly nervous, if such a word could be applied to a man whose features hardly ever moved. On the table at which he had been sitting was a bottle of mineral water. Big books and papers were scattered over it. " I don't see any policeman on guard here." " I gave them my word of honour I wouldn't leave the hotel. . .. But I should like to point out that I am expected by literary and scientific societies in Emden, Hamburg, and elsewhere. I am booked for a number of lectures before I. . ." A fair stout woman appeared, obviously the landlady, and in Dutch Jean Duclos explained to her who his visitor was. " I thought I might as well ask for a detective to be sent here, though, as a matter of fact, I have every hope of solving the mystery myself." " Perhaps you'll tell me what you know. . . ." Maigret sinking into a chair, ordered : " A Bols ... in a large glass, please. . . ."

i38 MAINLY MAIGRET<br />

used now, since the Ems canal had been made to join Delfzijl and<br />

Groningen; for the latter was much bigger.<br />

This one, the Amsterdiep, a winding, muddy canal, shaded by<br />

beautiful trees, was hardly used at all except for lumber and by<br />

some of the smaller craft.<br />

Farms scattered here and there. A shipwright's yard . . .<br />

Leaving the Popingas' house for the Liewens's, you would first<br />

of all come to the Wienands's villa, which was only thirty yards<br />

away. Then a house that was being built. Then a large piece of<br />

waste land, and after that the timber-yard with its piles of treetrunks.<br />

Beyond the latter was a bend in the canal, and then came another<br />

empty space. From here you could distinctly see the windows of<br />

the Popingas' house and—a little to the left—the white lighthouse<br />

over on the other side of the town.<br />

Maigret looked up at the lighthouse, then asked: " Does the light<br />

shine this way? "<br />

" Yes, when it comes round. It's a revolving light."<br />

" So at night it lights up this bit of the towing-path? "<br />

" Yes," she said again, with a little laugh, as though reminded<br />

of something which tickled her.<br />

" Given away many a spooning couple, I dare say! " grunted<br />

Maigret.<br />

She left him just before they reached the Popingas' on the pretext<br />

of taking a short cut, but really so as not to be seen with him.<br />

Maigret did not stop. It was a modern brick-built house with a<br />

little garden in front and a vegetable garden behind. A path on the<br />

right-hand side, and on the left a patch of empty ground.<br />

He preferred to go back to the town, which was only five hundred<br />

yards away. Coming to the lock which separated the canal from the<br />

harbour, he stopped. The latter was alive with boats, ranging from<br />

one to three hundred tons, made fast alongside each other.<br />

To the left the Hotel Van Hasselt. He went in.<br />

•<br />

A large dark room with varnished panelling in which floated<br />

a complex smell of beer, schnapps, and floor-polish. A full-sized<br />

billiard-table. A brass-railed table covered by newspapers.<br />

As soon as Maigret entered, a man rose to his feet and came<br />

forward from his corner.

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