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240 MAINLY MAIGRET " We've been at it for three days. Since we came ashore, you know. I gave Leon my money ... over nine hundred francs.... I hope there's some left!... How much have I still got, L6on, you old cheat? " " Certainly not enough to go on paying for drinks all round until morning. About fifty francs. Isn't it a shame, Inspector? Tomorrow he won't have a sou left, and he will have to sail on any old boat as a bunker-hand. .. . And it's the same every time. Not that I press them to drink. On the contrary.. . ." "Shut up!" The others had become dispirited. They talked in low tones, and kept turning towards the inspector's table. " They're all from the Ocian? " " Except the big chap in the cap, who is a pilot, and the redhaired one, who is a ship's carpenter. ..." " Tell me what happened." " I've nothing to say." "Listen, P'tit Louis! Don't forget the pocket-book business when you are doing your glass-eating act in the Bastille." " I won't get more than three months for it, and I'm just needing a rest. If you feel like that, we can go at once." " You worked in the engine-room? " " Of course. As usual, I was second stoker." " You saw the captain often? " " Perhaps twice altogether." " And the radio operator? " "Don't know!" " Leon, fill up the glasses." P'tit Louis gave a contemptuous laugh. " I could drink until I burst and still I would only say what I wanted to. But while you're at it you might offer the boys a drink. After a foul trip like that...." A sailor who couldn't have been twenty edged up and pulled at P'tit Louis's sleeve. Then they both began talking in Breton. " What's he saying? " " That it's time I went to bed." " Is he your friend? " P'tit Louis shrugged his shoulders, and as the other tried to take his glass from him he emptied it defiantly at one gulp. The Breton had thick eyebrows and wavy hair. " Sit down beside us," said Maigret.

THE SAILORS' RENDEZVOUS 241 But the sailor went off without answering, and sat down at another table, where he continued to stare fixedly at the two men. The atmosphere was heavy and salt-laden. You could hear the voices of the summer visitors, playing dominoes in the next room, where it was cleaner and airier. " Much cod? " asked Maigret, who followed up an idea with the relentlessness of an electric drill. " Filth! It arrived half-rotten." " Why was that? " " Not salted enough.... Or too much! . .. What muck! Not a third of the men will sail next week. . . ." "You're off again?" " Parbleu! What are engines for? Sailing-ships make only one trip, from February to September. But trawlers have time to go twice to the Banks." " Will you go back? " P'tit Louis spat on the ground and shrugged wearily. " I'd sooner go to Fresnes. ... A lousy business! . . ." " The captain?" " I've nothing to say." He had picked up the butt-end of a cigar and lit it. Suddenly he rushed into the street, where they saw him vomiting, standing on the edge of the pavement, where the Breton joined him. " Poor devil! " sighed the proprietor. " The day before yesterday he had nearly a thousand francs in his pocket. Today it's a near thing if he doesn't owe me money. Oysters and lobster! Without reckoning that he pays for drinks for everyone as if he didn't know what to do with his money." " You knew the radio operator on the Ocian} " " He lodged here. Look! He used to feed at that table, then he would go and write in the other room to have more peace." " Whom did he write to? " " It wasn't only letters. Poetry or novels, as you might say. He was an educated, well-mannered boy. Now that I know you're from the police I can tell you they've made a great mistake." " It doesn't alter die fact that the captain was killed! " A shrug of the shoulders. The proprietor sat down in front of Maigret. P'tit Louis came in, made for the counter and ordered a drink. And his companion went on urging him in Breton to keep quiet. " You mustn't pay any attention. Once they're ashore they're

THE SAILORS' RENDEZV<strong>OU</strong>S 241<br />

But the sailor went off without answering, and sat down at<br />

another table, where he continued to stare fixedly at the two men.<br />

The atmosphere was heavy and salt-laden. You could hear the<br />

voices of the summer visitors, playing dominoes in the next room,<br />

where it was cleaner and airier.<br />

" Much cod? " asked Maigret, who followed up an idea with the<br />

relentlessness of an electric drill.<br />

" Filth! It arrived half-rotten."<br />

" Why was that? "<br />

" Not salted enough.... Or too much! . .. What muck! Not a<br />

third of the men will sail next week. . . ."<br />

"You're off again?"<br />

" Parbleu! What are engines for? Sailing-ships make only one<br />

trip, from February to September. But trawlers have time to go<br />

twice to the Banks."<br />

" Will you go back? "<br />

P'tit Louis spat on the ground and shrugged wearily.<br />

" I'd sooner go to Fresnes. ... A lousy business! . . ."<br />

" The captain?"<br />

" I've nothing to say."<br />

He had picked up the butt-end of a cigar and lit it. Suddenly he<br />

rushed into the street, where they saw him vomiting, standing on<br />

the edge of the pavement, where the Breton joined him.<br />

" Poor devil! " sighed the proprietor. " The day before yesterday<br />

he had nearly a thousand francs in his pocket. Today it's a near<br />

thing if he doesn't owe me money. Oysters and lobster! Without<br />

reckoning that he pays for drinks for everyone as if he didn't know<br />

what to do with his money."<br />

" You knew the radio operator on the Ocian} "<br />

" He lodged here. Look! He used to feed at that table, then he<br />

would go and write in the other room to have more peace."<br />

" Whom did he write to? "<br />

" It wasn't only letters. Poetry or novels, as you might say.<br />

He was an educated, well-mannered boy. Now that I know you're<br />

from the police I can tell you they've made a great mistake."<br />

" It doesn't alter die fact that the captain was killed! "<br />

A shrug of the shoulders. The proprietor sat down in front of<br />

Maigret. P'tit Louis came in, made for the counter and ordered a<br />

drink. And his companion went on urging him in Breton to keep<br />

quiet.<br />

" You mustn't pay any attention. Once they're ashore they're

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