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*3* MAINLY MAIGRET " As we've seen tonight, there's only one person who could have taken the cap. Any was left for a moment just as she was abreast Oosting's boat. "As for the cigar, there's no need to go into that. Here in Holland one can pick up an old cigar-end at any time of the day. * . . As regards leaving it in the dining-room, Any was apparently the only one to enter the room during the evening. . . . " But at the time the shot was fired she had about as good an alibi as it's possible to have." Still shunning the gaze of his audience, Maigret laid some plans on the table, the plans Duclos had made of the house. " It was impossible for Any to reach the bathroom without passing through her sister's room or the professor's. A quarter of an hour before the murder, she was known to be in her room, and no one saw her leave k, though both the other rooms were occupied. How, then, could she have fired a shot from the bathroom window? " Any's been through a legal training, and she's read books on criminology. She knows the value of material evidence. ..." The girl stood taught and rigid. She was obviously under great Strain, but she did not lose her self-possession. " To leave the crime for a moment, I must say something about Popinga. I'm the only person here who has never seen him, but I've managed to form a pretty clear idea of the man he was. ... If he was thirsty for the pleasures of life, he was none the less easily intimidated by social conventions and established rules of conduct. In a reckless moment he made a pass at Beetje, but their subsequent delations were as much her doing as his—if not much more. With the servant he didn't go so far, as he didn't receive any great encouragement. " A weakness for the fair sex—could one really call it more than that? He commits little peccadilloes. He steals a kiss here and a kiss there. Sometimes more than a kiss. " He has known life on the high seas and in foreign ports. An Unfettered existence. But he is now in a permanent situation and a servant of the State, and he holds on to his post, to his house, to his wife... . He's not in the least anxious to put his head in a noose.... " He's torn both ways, and he strikes a compromise, the balance being heavily on the side of caution.... " That's what Beetje never understood. Caution doesn't mean

A CRIME IN HOLLAND 233 very much at the age of eighteen, and she thought he'd chuck everything up to run away with her. •. " As Madame Popinga's sister, Any is soon on terms of easy familiarity with Conrad. She comes, so to speak, within his orbit. If she hasn't Beetje's looks, she is .. . well, she's a woman. I dare say Popinga had never met anyone of her type before. She may have aroused his curiosity—a new line! ... Or perhaps it began only in playfulness. It may have tickled him to think of stealing Any from her precious books! Anyhow . .." The voice plodded on through the painful silence. " I don't say she was his mistress, but with her, too, he had been, shall we say imprudent. Sufficiently, anyhow, for her to have been taken in. She fell in love with him, though she was never altogether blind, like her sister, to the fact that he was a philanderer. . . . " They were living in this house, a man and two women: Madame Popinga, blind, serene, and confident; Any, shrewd, passionate, and jealous. ... It didn't take her long to realize that Conrad was carrying on with Beetje. Perhaps she'd looked for letters. Perhaps she'd found them.. . . She had no resentment against her sister. The latter was Conrad's wife, and she was prepared to accept that. But with Beetje it was different. She wouldn't admit her right to Conrad's affections. She couldn't bear the thought that those two might one day go off together. " Rather than that. . . Yes, rather than that, wouldn't it be better to kill him?" After a moment Maigret began again: " That's all. Love turned to hate. At least, that's the simple formula for something that's no doubt very complex. . . . She began to play with the idea of killing him. She began to wonder how she could do so without leaving the smallest clue that could point in her direction. .. . " And that very evening the professor talked of unpunished crimes and scientific murder! . . . " If she's a passionate girl, she is none the less exceedingly proud of her intelligence. And she certainly is intelligent. She planned it very well. . . . " She decided on a cigar-end as a means of throwing suspicion on an outsider. The alibi was carefully planned. She knew Conrad would see Beetje home, and knew that a hint would suffice to pin her sister to the window, watching anxiously for them to pass the lighted patch

A CRIME IN HOLLAND 233<br />

very much at the age of eighteen, and she thought he'd chuck everything<br />

up to run away with her. •.<br />

" As Madame Popinga's sister, Any is soon on terms of easy<br />

familiarity with Conrad. She comes, so to speak, within his orbit.<br />

If she hasn't Beetje's looks, she is .. . well, she's a woman. I dare<br />

say Popinga had never met anyone of her type before. She may<br />

have aroused his curiosity—a new line! ... Or perhaps it began<br />

only in playfulness. It may have tickled him to think of stealing<br />

Any from her precious books! Anyhow . .."<br />

The voice plodded on through the painful silence.<br />

" I don't say she was his mistress, but with her, too, he had been,<br />

shall we say imprudent. Sufficiently, anyhow, for her to have been<br />

taken in. She fell in love with him, though she was never altogether<br />

blind, like her sister, to the fact that he was a philanderer. . . .<br />

" They were living in this house, a man and two women: Madame<br />

Popinga, blind, serene, and confident; Any, shrewd, passionate, and<br />

jealous. ... It didn't take her long to realize that Conrad was carrying<br />

on with Beetje. Perhaps she'd looked for letters. Perhaps she'd<br />

found them.. . . She had no resentment against her sister. The<br />

latter was Conrad's wife, and she was prepared to accept that. But<br />

with Beetje it was different. She wouldn't admit her right to<br />

Conrad's affections. She couldn't bear the thought that those two<br />

might one day go off together.<br />

" Rather than that. . . Yes, rather than that, wouldn't it be better<br />

to kill him?"<br />

After a moment Maigret began again:<br />

" That's all. Love turned to hate. At least, that's the simple<br />

formula for something that's no doubt very complex. . . . She began<br />

to play with the idea of killing him. She began to wonder how she<br />

could do so without leaving the smallest clue that could point in<br />

her direction. .. .<br />

" And that very evening the professor talked of unpunished<br />

crimes and scientific murder! . . .<br />

" If she's a passionate girl, she is none the less exceedingly proud<br />

of her intelligence. And she certainly is intelligent. She planned it<br />

very well. . . .<br />

" She decided on a cigar-end as a means of throwing suspicion<br />

on an outsider. The alibi was carefully planned. She knew Conrad<br />

would see Beetje home, and knew that a hint would suffice to pin<br />

her sister to the window, watching anxiously for them to pass the<br />

lighted patch

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