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OU_214051 UNIVERSA - Osmania University

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220 MAINLY MAIGRET<br />

He found it himself before anyone answered. He switched it on<br />

and, turning the knobs, suddenly filled the room with alternate<br />

whistlings, cracklings, bursts of voices and snatches of music.<br />

Finally he left it on a station which was broadcasting a recorded<br />

music-hall turn in French.<br />

Le colon disait au capiston . . .<br />

Again there were cracklings. Maigret adjusted one of the knobs.<br />

Suddenly the voice came twice as loud as before:<br />

. •. et c'est un bon type le capiston. . . . Mais le colon, mon<br />

vieux. . . .<br />

The thick sonorous voice resounded in the neat, staid drawingroom<br />

in which everyone stood as though turned to stone.<br />

" Sit down," thundered Maigret through the din. " Sit down and<br />

talk. What about the tea? ..."<br />

He tried to look through the window, but the shutters were<br />

closed. Going to the front door, he opened it and called:<br />

"Pijpekamp!"<br />

" Yes," answered a voice from the darkness.<br />

"Is he there?"<br />

" Yes. Behind the second tree."<br />

Maigret came back into the room. The front door slammed<br />

behind him. The music-hall turn was finished and the announcer<br />

was saying:<br />

Disque Odion numiro vingt-huit mille six cent soixante~quin{e.<br />

More cracklings; then jazz. Madame Popinga flattened herself<br />

against the wall. There was interference from another station, and<br />

under the jazz a nasal voice could just be made out, whining in some<br />

foreign language. Sometimes there was a whole series of splutterings,<br />

after which the music would start again.<br />

Maigret looked round for Beetje. She had collapsed into an armchair.<br />

Hot tears ran down her cheeks, while between her sobs she<br />

stammered :<br />

" Conrad! . .. Poor Conrad! . . ."<br />

Cornelius Barens, looking like death, was biting his lip.<br />

" What about the tea? " Maigret asked again.<br />

" It wasn't yet..." answered Any. " First of all they rolled back<br />

the carpet They'd started dancing. .. ."<br />

Beetje was shaken by a more violent sob than ever. Maigret<br />

looked at the carpet, at the oak table with its embroidered<br />

cloth, at the window, at Madame Wienands still preoccupied with<br />

her children . ..

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