OU_214051 UNIVERSA - Osmania University

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i88 MAINLY MAIGRET And now the tears came welling up. The sobs were there ready to rend her. But before they came, Any placed her hands on her sister's shoulders and pushed her gently out of the room. 7. Pijpekamp s Luncheon WHEN Maigret arrived at his hotel he sensed at once that something unusual was afoot. The evening before, he had had dinner at the table next to the professor's. But now three places had been laid on the round table in the middle of the room. The table-cloth was snowy white and the creases had not yet gone flat. Moreover, three glasses had been set for each person, and that was a thing which in Holland was only done on grand occasions. As soon as he crossed the threshold the inspector was greeted by Pijpekamp, who came forward to meet him with outstretched hand. The smile on his face was that of a man who has a pleasant surprise in store. He was dressed in his very best. A collar that must have been three inches high. A morning-coat. He was closely shaved, and appeared to have come straight from the barber's hands, as the place reeked of violet hair-lotion. The Dutchman's flamboyancy was not shared by Jean Duclos, who stood behind him looking ill at ease. " You must excuse me, Inspector," said Pijpekamp, glowing. " I ought to have let you know beforehand. ... I should have liked to invite you to my home, but Groningen is some way off. Besides, I'm a bachelor. So I thought we'd better have it here. Nothing formal, of course. Just a little dejeunet together ... the three of us. ..." As he spoke he looked at the table with its nine glasses. Obviously he was expecting Maigret to make some protest. But no protest came. " I thought that, as the professor was a countryman of yours, you would be glad to . . ." " Of coursel Of course! " said Maigret. " Just a moment, while I wash my hands. ..."

A CRIME IN HOLLAND 189 He washed them slowly, with a sulky look on his face. From the lavatory, he could hear people bustling about in the kitchen, and the clatter of plates and saucepans. When he rejoined the others, Pijpekamp himself was pouring out some port. With an ecstatic smile on his face he murmured modestly: " Just what you do in France, isn't it? .. . Prosit ! ... or rather I should say, Sante mon cher collegue. . . ." He was quite touching. He meant so very well. He trotted out the most elegant phraseology he could find in French, anxious to show himself a man of the world to his finger-tips. " I ought to have invited you yesterday.... But I was so ... what shall I say? ... so upset by this business. ... Have you found out anything? " "Nothing!" There was a little sparkle in the Dutchman's eye, and Maigret thought: " Ah, my fine fellow! You've got a trump up your sleeve, and you're going to play it over the dessert. ... That is, if you can hold yourself in that long." He wasn't wrong. First came tomato soup, and with it Saint-Emilion. The wine had certainly been faked for export, and was so sweet as to be positively sickly. " Sante! " toasted Pijpekamp once again. Poor Pijpekamp! He was doing his utmost to play the host properly. More than his utmost. Yet Maigret didn't seem to appreciate it. Didn't even seem to notice it! " In Holland we never drink with meals . .. only afterwards. ... In the course of the evening—that is, at grand receptions— they serve a small glass of wine with the cigars. . . . Another point on which we differ from you: we never put bread on the table " He looked proudly at the chunks of bread he had had the foresight to order, and equally proudly at the bottle of port, which stood in the centre of the table. He had chosen it with great pains, to take the place of the native schnapps. What more could he have done? He had left no stone unturned to provide all the requisites for gaiety. Looking tenderly at the Saint-Emilion, he grew quite pink. Jean Duclos ate in silence, his thoughts apparently elsewhere.

i88 MAINLY MAIGRET<br />

And now the tears came welling up. The sobs were there ready<br />

to rend her. But before they came, Any placed her hands on her<br />

sister's shoulders and pushed her gently out of the room.<br />

7. Pijpekamp s Luncheon<br />

WHEN Maigret arrived at his hotel he sensed at once that something<br />

unusual was afoot.<br />

The evening before, he had had dinner at the table next to the<br />

professor's. But now three places had been laid on the round table<br />

in the middle of the room. The table-cloth was snowy white and the<br />

creases had not yet gone flat. Moreover, three glasses had been set<br />

for each person, and that was a thing which in Holland was only<br />

done on grand occasions.<br />

As soon as he crossed the threshold the inspector was greeted<br />

by Pijpekamp, who came forward to meet him with outstretched<br />

hand. The smile on his face was that of a man who has a pleasant<br />

surprise in store.<br />

He was dressed in his very best. A collar that must have been<br />

three inches high. A morning-coat. He was closely shaved, and<br />

appeared to have come straight from the barber's hands, as the<br />

place reeked of violet hair-lotion.<br />

The Dutchman's flamboyancy was not shared by Jean Duclos,<br />

who stood behind him looking ill at ease.<br />

" You must excuse me, Inspector," said Pijpekamp, glowing.<br />

" I ought to have let you know beforehand. ... I should have liked<br />

to invite you to my home, but Groningen is some way off. Besides,<br />

I'm a bachelor. So I thought we'd better have it here. Nothing<br />

formal, of course. Just a little dejeunet together ... the three of<br />

us. ..."<br />

As he spoke he looked at the table with its nine glasses. Obviously<br />

he was expecting Maigret to make some protest.<br />

But no protest came.<br />

" I thought that, as the professor was a countryman of yours,<br />

you would be glad to . . ."<br />

" Of coursel Of course! " said Maigret. " Just a moment, while<br />

I wash my hands. ..."

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