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228 MAINLY MAIGRET hard as I could.... He followed, talking all the time. But he couldn't catch up with me, and all I heard was: " ' Beetje! ... Beetje! ... Do listen '" " Is that all? " " When he saw that I'd reached the gate of the farm he turned round. ... I looked back at him and saw him riding off. He seemed to be hunched over his handle-bars. ... I thought he looked miserable." " And you jumped on your bicycle again and rode after him? " " No. I was too angry with him for trying to throw me into Cor's arms. And I could see why. He wanted to be left in peace. . . . It was only when I reached the front door that I noticed that I'd dropped my scarf. I was afraid it might be found by the wood-pile, so I went off to look for it. ... I saw nobody about. But I was surprised, when I finally got home, to find my father was still out. He came back a little later. He was pale and there was an ugly look in his eye. He didn't say good night to me, and I guessed he'd been watching us. He could easily have been hiding in the timber-yard too.. .. " The next day he must have searched my room and found Conrad's letters, for I never saw them again . . . and then—well, you know the rest." " Come along." " Where? " Maigret didn't trouble to answer, and they rode back in silence to the Popingas' house. There was a light in Madame Popinga's window, but there was no sign of her. " Do you really think she did it? " But the inspector was thinking of Popinga. He had retraced his steps, upset by the scene he had come from. Jumping off his bicycle, he had wheeled it round to the back. . .. He was tempted by Beetje, but incapable of taking the plunge. Maigret alighted, saying: " Stay there, Beetje." He wheeled his bicycle along the path which ran down the side of the house. He crossed the yard towards the shed. Jean Duclos's window was lit up, and it was just possible to make out his figure sitting at the little table. Two yards further on was the bathroom window, slightly open, but showing no light. " I don't suppose he was in any hurry to get indoors," thought

A CRIME IN HOLLAND 229 Maigret, his mind going back once more to Popinga. " He bent his head just as I am doing as he wheeled his machine in under the roof/' Was he deliberately dawdling? He seemed to be waiting for something to happen. And, as a matter of fact, something did happen: a little noise above, coming from the bathroom window, a metallic sound, the click of an unloaded revolver. It was immediately followed by a scuffle ... the thud of a body, perhaps two bodies, falling to the flpor. Maigret nipped into the house by the kitchen door, and dashing upstairs switched on the bathroom light. On the floor two men were wrestling. One of them was Pijpekamp, the other Cornelius Barens. As Maigret entered the room the latter went limp, and his hand dropped a revolver. It was the revolver Jean Duclos had been told to replace on the bathroom window-sill, the revolver that had killed Conrad. 11. The Unwanted Solution "FOOL!..." With that one word, Maigret grasped the boy by the collar and literally picked him up from the floor, holding him for a moment as, had he let go sooner, the limp body would merely have sunk down again. Doors were opening, steps approaching. " Everybody in the drawing-room! " roared Maigret. He picked up the revolver too. He did not need to handle it gingerly, as he had himself made arrangements for it to be loaded with dummy cartridges. Pijpekamp was straightening his jacket and flicking the dust off his trousers with the back of his hand. Pointing to Barens, the professor asked: " Was it him? " The young cadet looked more piteous than ever. He didn't look like a criminal at all, but simply like a guilty schoolboy. He looked down, avoiding everybody's eye. He fidgeted, not knowing what to do with his hands. They all went downstairs into the drawing-room. Any came in

A CRIME IN HOLLAND 229<br />

Maigret, his mind going back once more to Popinga. " He bent his<br />

head just as I am doing as he wheeled his machine in under the<br />

roof/'<br />

Was he deliberately dawdling? He seemed to be waiting for<br />

something to happen. And, as a matter of fact, something did<br />

happen: a little noise above, coming from the bathroom window,<br />

a metallic sound, the click of an unloaded revolver.<br />

It was immediately followed by a scuffle ... the thud of a body,<br />

perhaps two bodies, falling to the flpor.<br />

Maigret nipped into the house by the kitchen door, and dashing<br />

upstairs switched on the bathroom light.<br />

On the floor two men were wrestling. One of them was Pijpekamp,<br />

the other Cornelius Barens. As Maigret entered the room the<br />

latter went limp, and his hand dropped a revolver.<br />

It was the revolver Jean Duclos had been told to replace on the<br />

bathroom window-sill, the revolver that had killed Conrad.<br />

11. The Unwanted Solution<br />

"FOOL!..."<br />

With that one word, Maigret grasped the boy by the collar and<br />

literally picked him up from the floor, holding him for a moment<br />

as, had he let go sooner, the limp body would merely have sunk<br />

down again. Doors were opening, steps approaching.<br />

" Everybody in the drawing-room! " roared Maigret.<br />

He picked up the revolver too. He did not need to handle it<br />

gingerly, as he had himself made arrangements for it to be loaded<br />

with dummy cartridges.<br />

Pijpekamp was straightening his jacket and flicking the dust off<br />

his trousers with the back of his hand. Pointing to Barens, the<br />

professor asked:<br />

" Was it him? "<br />

The young cadet looked more piteous than ever. He didn't look<br />

like a criminal at all, but simply like a guilty schoolboy. He looked<br />

down, avoiding everybody's eye. He fidgeted, not knowing what<br />

to do with his hands.<br />

They all went downstairs into the drawing-room. Any came in

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