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280 MAINLY MAIGRET " You'll lock up this lady and gentleman until the magistrate decides what is to be done." " Swine! " cried Adele, and spat on the floor. " Catch me telling the truth again. And first of all, everything that I said I just made up—so there. And I won't sign any statement. Carry on with your scheme.... So that's what it was! " Then, turning to her lover, she went on: " Don't worry, Gaston! It'll be all right. And you'll see that in the end we'll come out on top! Only, of course, once a woman's had her name put on the register, she's only fit for locking up. . . . But wasn't it me, perhaps, who killed the captain? . . ." Maigret went out without listening to any more. Outside he breathed down gulps of sea air and knocked the ashes out of his pipe. Before he'd gone ten steps he heard Ad&le's voice in the police station hurling all the foulest words in her vocabulary at the policemen. It was two in the morning. The night was calm and unreal. The tide was high and the masts of the fishing-boats swayed above the roofs of the houses. Over all was a rhythmic murmur, wave after wave breaking on the shore. There were glaring lights round the Ocdan. Day and night the unloading went on and porters pushed the full trucks, bending their backs under the weight. The Rendei-Vous des Terre-Neuvas was closed. At the Hotelde la Plage the porter, a pair of trousers over his night-shirt, opened the door to the inspector. A single light was burning in the hall. That was why Maigret did not at first see the figure of a woman in a cane-chair. It was Marie Leonnec. She was asleep with her head on her shoulder. " I think she's waiting for you ..." whispered the porter. She was pale, one might almost say anaemic. Her lips were colourless and dark circles round her eyes betrayed her fatigue. She slept with her mouth a little open, as if she couldn't get enough air. Maigret touched her gently on the shoulder. She jumped up, pulled herself together and looked at him confusedly. " I was asleep ... oh !" " Why didn't you go to bed? Didn't my wife take you to your room? "

THE SAILORS' RENDEZVOUS l8l " Yes, but I crept down again. I wanted to know! Tell me ..." She wasn't as pretty as usual. • . sleep had made her skin damp. And a mosquito bite had left a red spot in the middle of her forehead. Her dress, which she must have made herself out of some durable serge, was crumpled. " Have you discovered anything new? No? . .. Listen! Pve been doing a lot of thinking. I don't know how to say it to you. Before I see Pierre tomorrow, I'd like you to talk to him, to tell him I know all about this woman and that I'm not angry with him. I'm sure, you see, that he's not guilty. Only, if I speak to him first, he'll be embarrassed. You saw him this morning . . . he's letting it prey on his mind. After all, it's quite natural, if there was a woman on board, for him to . . ." But it was beyond her! She broke out into sobs. She couldn't stop crying. " Above all, this mustn't get into the papers in case my parents get to know. They wouldn't understand . . . they . . ." She gulped. " You must find the murderer! It seems to me that if/could only question people .. . Excuse me! I don't know what I'm saying. You know better than I do. Only you don't know Pierre. I'm two years older than him. He's like a child. And, if he's accused, he's capable of shutting up, from sheer pride, and saying nothing. He is very sensitive. He's often been humiliated...." Slowly Maigret put his hand on her shoulder and stifled a deep sigh. Adele's voice was still buzzing in his ears. He thought of her, provocatively animal, magnificently sensual. And this girl, nicely brought up, anaemic, tried to stifle her sobs, to smile confidently. " When you know him ..." But what she would never know was that black cabin round which three men had prowled, for days, for weeks, there in the middle of the sea, while the men at the engines, the men in the fo'c's'le, dimly sensed drama, watched the sea, discussed bearings, became uneasy and talked of madness and the evil eye. " I'll see Le Clinche tomorrow. •.." "But shall I?" " Perhaps. Probably. You must go and lie down! " And a little later, Madame Maigret, half-asleep, murmured: " She's very nice. Do you know, she has all her trousseau ready?

280 MAINLY MAIGRET<br />

" You'll lock up this lady and gentleman until the magistrate<br />

decides what is to be done."<br />

" Swine! " cried Adele, and spat on the floor. " Catch me telling<br />

the truth again. And first of all, everything that I said I just made<br />

up—so there. And I won't sign any statement. Carry on with your<br />

scheme.... So that's what it was! "<br />

Then, turning to her lover, she went on:<br />

" Don't worry, Gaston! It'll be all right. And you'll see that in<br />

the end we'll come out on top! Only, of course, once a woman's<br />

had her name put on the register, she's only fit for locking up. . . .<br />

But wasn't it me, perhaps, who killed the captain? . . ."<br />

Maigret went out without listening to any more. Outside he<br />

breathed down gulps of sea air and knocked the ashes out of his<br />

pipe. Before he'd gone ten steps he heard Ad&le's voice in the police<br />

station hurling all the foulest words in her vocabulary at the<br />

policemen.<br />

It was two in the morning. The night was calm and unreal. The<br />

tide was high and the masts of the fishing-boats swayed above the<br />

roofs of the houses.<br />

Over all was a rhythmic murmur, wave after wave breaking on<br />

the shore.<br />

There were glaring lights round the Ocdan. Day and night the<br />

unloading went on and porters pushed the full trucks, bending their<br />

backs under the weight.<br />

The Rendei-Vous des Terre-Neuvas was closed. At the Hotelde la<br />

Plage the porter, a pair of trousers over his night-shirt, opened the<br />

door to the inspector.<br />

A single light was burning in the hall. That was why Maigret did<br />

not at first see the figure of a woman in a cane-chair.<br />

It was Marie Leonnec. She was asleep with her head on her<br />

shoulder.<br />

" I think she's waiting for you ..." whispered the porter.<br />

She was pale, one might almost say anaemic. Her lips were colourless<br />

and dark circles round her eyes betrayed her fatigue. She<br />

slept with her mouth a little open, as if she couldn't get enough<br />

air.<br />

Maigret touched her gently on the shoulder. She jumped up,<br />

pulled herself together and looked at him confusedly.<br />

" I was asleep ... oh !"<br />

" Why didn't you go to bed? Didn't my wife take you to your<br />

room? "

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