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154 MAINLY MAIGRET " I don't imagine anything," muttered Maigret. " Ym simply investigating, eliminating. And, so for, you're the only person who can be logically eliminated—that is, unless Duclos or your sister were shielding you." " You . •. you . .." But Maigret went on talking to himself: " Duclos could have fired the shot either from his room or the bathroom. That's obvious. +.. Madame Popinga, for her part, could have fired from the bathroom. But the professor was there within a few seconds, and he saw nobody. . . . When he did see her, it was coming out of her own room a moment later...." Any seemed to be getting over her shyness. These technical considerations seemed to reassure her. The angular half-fledged woman was giving way to the fully fledged graduate in Law. " The shot could have been fired from below," she said, her eye brightening, her thin body tense. " The doctor says ..." " Whatever he says doesn't alter the fact that the revolver which killed your brother-in-law is the one Duclos was holding in his hand . . . unless, of course, the murderer threw it up through the bathroom window on to the sill inside,..." " Why not? " "Indeed! Why not?" And Maigret turned, without waiting for her to lead the way, and went down the stairs, which seemed too narrow for him, and whose steps creaked beneath his weight. He found Madame Popinga standing in the dining-room, apparently not having moved since he left her. Any followed him i nto the room. " Did Cornelius come here often? " " Nearly every day. He only had lessons three days a week, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. But he'd come just the same the other days. . . . His parents live in India. ... It was only a month ago that he learned of his mother's death. She was buried, of course, long before he got the letter.... So we tried .. ." " And Beetje Liewens? " There was an awkward pause. Madame Popinga looked at Any Any stared at the floor. " She used to come...." " Often? " " Yes." " Did you invite her? "

A CRIME IN HOLLAND 155 They were getting down to brass tacks. Maigret felt he was making progress, if not towards the solution of the mystery, at any rate in his knowledge of the Popingas' private life. " No ... yes " " She's not quite the same type as you and Mademoiselle Any, is she? " " She's very young, of course . .. her father was a friend of Conrad's ... she would bring us apples, raspberries, or cream." " Was she in love with Cor? " " No." The answer was categorical. " You never cared much for her, did you? " " Why shouldn't I? ... A jolly girl: whenever she came she'd fill the house up with her chatter and laughter. More like the chirping of a bird, if you see what I mean. ..." "Do you know Oosting? " " Yes." " Was he a friend of your husband's? " " Last year he had a new motor put in his boat, and he asked Conrad's advice about it. In fact, Conrad drew up some plans for him. Then they used to go seal-shooting together on the sandbanks . . ." She hesitated a moment before suddenly blurting out: " You're thinking of the cap, perhaps . .. you think he might have .. . Oosting! . . . it's impossible. . . ." She heaved a sigh and then went on: " No, I can't believe it's Oosting either. I can't believe it's anybody. Nobody could have wanted him to die. . . . You never knew him.. .. He .. . he . . ." Weeping, she turned her head away. Maigret thought it better to go. They didn't offer to shake hands, so he simply bowed his way out, muttering excuses. Outside, he was surprised by the chill dampness that rose from the canal. On the other bank, not far from the shipwright's yard, he caught sight of the Baes talking to a young man in uniform, evidently one of the cadets of the training-ship. They were standing together in the twilight. Oosting was apparently speaking emphatically. The young man hung his head. Maigret could only just make out the pale oval of his face, but he at once jumped to the conclusion it was Cornelius. And when he saw a aSpe band on his sleeve, he felt quite sure.

154 MAINLY MAIGRET<br />

" I don't imagine anything," muttered Maigret. " Ym simply<br />

investigating, eliminating. And, so for, you're the only person who<br />

can be logically eliminated—that is, unless Duclos or your sister<br />

were shielding you."<br />

" You . •. you . .."<br />

But Maigret went on talking to himself:<br />

" Duclos could have fired the shot either from his room or the<br />

bathroom. That's obvious. +.. Madame Popinga, for her part,<br />

could have fired from the bathroom. But the professor was there<br />

within a few seconds, and he saw nobody. . . . When he did see her,<br />

it was coming out of her own room a moment later...."<br />

Any seemed to be getting over her shyness. These technical considerations<br />

seemed to reassure her. The angular half-fledged woman<br />

was giving way to the fully fledged graduate in Law.<br />

" The shot could have been fired from below," she said, her eye<br />

brightening, her thin body tense. " The doctor says ..."<br />

" Whatever he says doesn't alter the fact that the revolver which<br />

killed your brother-in-law is the one Duclos was holding in his<br />

hand . . . unless, of course, the murderer threw it up through the<br />

bathroom window on to the sill inside,..."<br />

" Why not? "<br />

"Indeed! Why not?"<br />

And Maigret turned, without waiting for her to lead the way,<br />

and went down the stairs, which seemed too narrow for him, and<br />

whose steps creaked beneath his weight.<br />

He found Madame Popinga standing in the dining-room, apparently<br />

not having moved since he left her. Any followed him i nto<br />

the room.<br />

" Did Cornelius come here often? "<br />

" Nearly every day. He only had lessons three days a week,<br />

Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. But he'd come just the same<br />

the other days. . . . His parents live in India. ... It was only a<br />

month ago that he learned of his mother's death. She was buried,<br />

of course, long before he got the letter.... So we tried .. ."<br />

" And Beetje Liewens? "<br />

There was an awkward pause. Madame Popinga looked at Any<br />

Any stared at the floor.<br />

" She used to come...."<br />

" Often? "<br />

" Yes."<br />

" Did you invite her? "

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