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252 MAINLY MAIGRET<br />

Near the trucks was a man in leather gaiters and a braided<br />

cap.<br />

" Is that the owner? " Maigret asked a customs man who was<br />

passing.<br />

" Yes—that's the director of La Morue Franpaise. .. ."<br />

The inspector introduced himself. The director gave him a<br />

suspicious look without interrupting his work of overseeing the<br />

unloading.<br />

" What do you think about the murder of your captain? "<br />

" What do I think? I think that here's eight hundred tons of<br />

damaged cod. And that if it goes on like this, the boat won't make<br />

a second trip. And it's not the police who settle up these matters or<br />

meet the deficit! "<br />

" You had complete trust in Fallut, then? "<br />

"Yes!... What next?"<br />

" You think it was the operator? . . ."<br />

" Operator or not, it's a wasted year. Not to mention the state the<br />

nets were in when they brought them back! Nets that cost two<br />

million francs, d'you hear? Torn as if they'd amused themselves<br />

fishing from the rocks. . . . And on top of that, a crew that talks<br />

about the evil eye. ... Hi! down there. . . . What the hell are you<br />

doing? . . . Did I say, yes or no, that this truck was to be loaded<br />

before anything else? ..."<br />

And he began running along the boat, fulminating against the<br />

whole world.<br />

Maigret stayed a few minutes watching the unloading. Then he<br />

went off in the direction of the jetty, among the fishers in their<br />

blouses of rust-coloured sailcloth.<br />

Before long he heard a voice behind him:<br />

" Sst! Sst! . . . Inspector! Inspector! "<br />

It was Leon, the proprietor of the Rende^Vous des Terre-Neuvas,<br />

who was trying to catch up with him as fast as his little legs would<br />

carry him.<br />

" Come and have something on the house. . . ."<br />

He wore a mysterious look, which seemed to promise all manner<br />

of things. On the way he explained.<br />

" Things are quieting down! Those who haven't gone home to<br />

Brittany or their own villages have spent nearly all their money. . ..<br />

This morning I'd only some mackerel fishers...."<br />

They crossed the quay and entered the cafe, which was empty,<br />

except for the barmaid who was wiping the tables.

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