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238 MAINLY MAIGRET " What shall I do all day? " In the end she took some sewing and crochet-work. " Well, don't ask me to bathe. I warn you of that now." • They arrived at the Hotel de la Plage at five o'clock, and Madame Maigret immediately began rearranging their room to her taste. Then they dined. And now Maigret, all alone, was pushing open the frosted glass door of a harbour cafe, Au Rendezvous des Terre-Neuvas. Just opposite, the trawler Ocian was moored to the quay near a line of trucks. Acetylene lamps hung from the rigging, and in the harsh light people were moving about unloading the cod, which was passed from hand to hand and piled up in the trucks after being weighed. There were ten of them working there, men and women, dirty, ragged, saturated with salt. And in front of tlie weighing-machine, a very clean young man, with a sea-cap over one ear and a note-book in his hand, was checking the weights. A rank, nauseating smell, which did not get less as you went away from it, and which the heat made heavier still, seeped into the bar. Maigret sat down on a bench in an empty corner. The atmosphere around him was one of hubbub and excitement. The bar was full of sailors, some standing, others sitting, with their glasses on the marble tables. " What will you have? " " Beer." The proprietor came up after the barmaid* " You know, IVe another room across there for visitors. Here they make such a noise. ..." He gave a wink. " After three months at sea one can understand, eh? " " They're the crew of the Ocian? " " Most of then*. ... The other boats haven't come back yet. .. . You mustn't mind them. There are some chaps who haven't been sober for three days. Are you staying here? You're a painter, I bet. . . . They come every now and again and sketch. Look! One of them did my head there, above the cash-desk." But the inspector gave so little encouragement to his chatter that he went off, quke put outs.

THE SAILORS' RENDEZVOUS 239 " A copper! Who has a copper coin? " cried a sailor who was lardly as tall or as broad as a boy of sixteen. He had a grizzled head, vith irregular features. Some of his teeth were missing. Drink had nade his eyes shine, and he had a three days' growth of beard on lis cheeks. Someone gave him a copper. He bent it with his fingers, then put It between his teeth and snapped it in two. " Whose turn next? " He was showing off. He felt that he had caught the general attention, and was ready to do anything to hold it. A bloated-looking engineer seized a coin, but he interrupted him: " Wait! Here's something else you must do." He picked up an empty glass, took a big bite out of it and chewed up the bits, with every sign of satisfaction. " Ha! ha! You might be able to do that some day. . . . More drinks, Leon! " His glance roved round the room, like a second-rate actor's, and stopped at Maigret. He frowned. For a moment he was taken aback. Then he came forward, but he was so drunk that he had to support himself on the table. " Come for me? " he said with a swagger. "Steady, P'tit Louis!" " Still the business of the pocket-book? Listen, you guys! . . . You wouldn't believe me just now when I told you those stories about the Rue de Lappe. . . . Well, here's a big noise from the police going out of his way just because of this baby. .. . Will you let me have another drink? " Now all eyes were on Maigret. " Sit down here, P'tit Louis! Don't be a fool! " But it was too much for P'tit Louis. " You offer me a drink! No! It's not possible! What do you think, boys? The inspector is offering me a drink! •.. A double dram, Leon!" " You were on the Ocean? " This was another matter. P'tit Louis's face grew so dark that it seemed as if his drunkenness had vanished. He withdrew a little, defiantly, along the bench. " So what? " " Nothing. . . . Your health! . . . How long have you been on the binge? " 1

THE SAILORS' RENDEZV<strong>OU</strong>S 239<br />

" A copper! Who has a copper coin? " cried a sailor who was<br />

lardly as tall or as broad as a boy of sixteen. He had a grizzled head,<br />

vith irregular features. Some of his teeth were missing. Drink had<br />

nade his eyes shine, and he had a three days' growth of beard on<br />

lis cheeks.<br />

Someone gave him a copper. He bent it with his fingers, then put<br />

It between his teeth and snapped it in two.<br />

" Whose turn next? "<br />

He was showing off. He felt that he had caught the general<br />

attention, and was ready to do anything to hold it.<br />

A bloated-looking engineer seized a coin, but he interrupted<br />

him:<br />

" Wait! Here's something else you must do."<br />

He picked up an empty glass, took a big bite out of it and<br />

chewed up the bits, with every sign of satisfaction.<br />

" Ha! ha! You might be able to do that some day. . . . More<br />

drinks, Leon! "<br />

His glance roved round the room, like a second-rate actor's, and<br />

stopped at Maigret. He frowned. For a moment he was taken aback.<br />

Then he came forward, but he was so drunk that he had to support<br />

himself on the table.<br />

" Come for me? " he said with a swagger.<br />

"Steady, P'tit Louis!"<br />

" Still the business of the pocket-book? Listen, you guys! . . .<br />

You wouldn't believe me just now when I told you those stories<br />

about the Rue de Lappe. . . . Well, here's a big noise from the<br />

police going out of his way just because of this baby. .. . Will you<br />

let me have another drink? "<br />

Now all eyes were on Maigret.<br />

" Sit down here, P'tit Louis! Don't be a fool! "<br />

But it was too much for P'tit Louis.<br />

" You offer me a drink! No! It's not possible! What do you<br />

think, boys? The inspector is offering me a drink! •.. A double<br />

dram, Leon!"<br />

" You were on the Ocean? "<br />

This was another matter. P'tit Louis's face grew so dark that it<br />

seemed as if his drunkenness had vanished. He withdrew a little,<br />

defiantly, along the bench.<br />

" So what? "<br />

" Nothing. . . . Your health! . . . How long have you been on<br />

the binge? "<br />

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