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OU_214051 UNIVERSA - Osmania University

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150 MAINLY MAIGRET<br />

Everyone stood stock-still, waiting. Finally Oosting opened his<br />

mouth.<br />

Then all at once he shrugged his shoulders, as much as to say:<br />

" It's preposterous."<br />

But those were not his words. In a hoarse voice which came from<br />

right at the back of his throat he said :<br />

" Pas comprendre . . . Hollandsch . . . English?'<br />

Any, wearing her veil of mourning, was still visible in silhouette<br />

as she crossed the canal bridge and turned along the Amsterdiep.<br />

The Baes caught Maigret looking at the new cap, but it didn't<br />

seem to trouble him at all. The shadow of a smile flickered on his<br />

lips.<br />

Maigret would have given all he possessed to be able to talk to<br />

this man in his own language, even if it was only for five minutes.<br />

In desperation he went so far as to blurt out a few syllables of English,<br />

but with such an accent that no one understood a word.<br />

" Pas comprendre! . . . Personne comprendre! . . ." said the<br />

wizened sailor who had intervened before.<br />

The Quay Rats Club gradually resumed their conversation as<br />

Maigret sadly walked off with die feeling that he had come close<br />

to the heart of the mystery, but all to no purpose.<br />

A few minutes later he turned round to look at the group, who<br />

were still gossiping in the last rays of the setting sun, which made<br />

Oosting's red face more inflamed than ever.<br />

So far, Maigret had kept—so to speak—to the outskirts of the<br />

case, postponing the visit—invariably painful—to a bereaved<br />

household.<br />

He rang. It was a little after six. He had not realized that it was<br />

a meal-time with the Dutch, until he saw, over the shoulder of the<br />

little servant who opened the door, two women jftting at table in<br />

the dining-room.<br />

They both rose hastily with a prompt but rather stiff politeness.<br />

The sort of manners a girl might bring away with her from a<br />

finishing-school.<br />

They were both in black from head to foot. On the table were<br />

the tea-things, thin slices of bread, and cold meats. In spite of the<br />

twilight the lamp was not lit, the light of a gas fire being left to<br />

battle with the gathering darkness.

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