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298 MAINLY MAIGRET let a glimmer of a look filter through. And that look sought out Marie Leonnec. Just as the inspector rose, a shot rang out and there was a general uproar and a scraping of chairs. • Le Clinche did not move immediately. Only his body drooped imperceptibly to the left, and his mouth opened in a faint rattle. Marie Leonnec was slow in understanding because she had not seen the weapon. She threw herself on him, embraced his knees and his right hand, and turned to the inspector in desperation. " Inspector! What is it? . .." Only Maigret had guessed. Le Clinche had a revolver in his pocket, obtained heaven knows where, because he had not had one when he came out of prison that morning. And he had fired from his pocket! It was the butt-end that he had been clutching during those long minutes when Adele was talking, while he closed his eyes, waiting and perhaps hesitating. . . . The bullet must have got him in the stomach or the side. One could see his burnt waistcoat, torn to ribbons as far as his hip. " A doctor! .. . Police! ..." someone cried. A doctor, who had been on the beach a hundred yards from the hotel, came up in his bathing-suit. They caught Le Clinche just as he fell, and carried him into the dining-room. Marie followed them like a woman demented. Maigret had no time to bother with Adele or her lover. But as he was going into the cafe he saw her, livid, emptying down a large glass against which her teeth were chattering. She had helped herself. She still had the bottle in her hand and she filled up the glass again. . . . The inspector did not look further, but somehow die image of that pallid face above the pink bodice, and particularly the teeth chattering against the glass, remained in his mind. He could not see Gaston Buzier. They were shutting the diningroom door. " Please don't stay here .. ." the proprietor was requesting his guests. " Keep calm! . . . The doctor wants as little noise as possible. . . ." Maigret pushed through the door and found the doctor on his

THE SAILORS' RENDEZVOUS 299 knees. Madame Maigret was holding back the girl, who was making frantic efforts to throw herself on the injured man. " Police . • ." Maigret whispered to the doctor. " Can you get those ladies out of here? ... Til have to undress him and • • " " All right. . .." " I'll need two people to help me. ... They ought to phone for an ambulance straight away. . . ." He was still in his bathing-suit. " Is it bad? " " I can't say until the wound's been probed. .. . But you can see for yourself. ..." Yes, Maigret could see for himself, a dreadful mess, flesh and rags of clothes all mixed up. The tables were set for dinner. Madame Maigret went out, taking Marie L6onnec with her. A young man in flannel trousers came up and said timidly: " Would you allow me to help you? I'm a medical student...." An oblique ray of the sun, violently red, struck a window and was so blinding that Maigret went and let down the Venetian blind. " Will you raise his legs? . . ." He remembered what he had said to his wife that afternoon, comfortably installed in a deck-chair, following with his eyes that ungainly silhouette beside the smaller and livelier one of Marie Lionnec as they meandered along the shore. " A doomed man...." Captain Fallut had died the moment he got back. Pierre Le Clinche had struggled long and fiercely, perhaps he had still been struggling with his eyes shut, one hand on the table, the other in his pocket, while Adele went on talking, talking and playing to the gallery. 8. The Drunken Sailor IT was shortly before midnight when Maigret came out of the hospital. He had waited to see the stretcher wheeled out of the operating-theatre bearing a muffled white form. The surgeon was washing his hands. A nurse was setting the instruments in order.

298 MAINLY MAIGRET<br />

let a glimmer of a look filter through. And that look sought out<br />

Marie Leonnec.<br />

Just as the inspector rose, a shot rang out and there was a general<br />

uproar and a scraping of chairs.<br />

•<br />

Le Clinche did not move immediately. Only his body drooped<br />

imperceptibly to the left, and his mouth opened in a faint rattle.<br />

Marie Leonnec was slow in understanding because she had not<br />

seen the weapon. She threw herself on him, embraced his knees and<br />

his right hand, and turned to the inspector in desperation.<br />

" Inspector! What is it? . .."<br />

Only Maigret had guessed. Le Clinche had a revolver in his<br />

pocket, obtained heaven knows where, because he had not had one<br />

when he came out of prison that morning.<br />

And he had fired from his pocket! It was the butt-end that he<br />

had been clutching during those long minutes when Adele was<br />

talking, while he closed his eyes, waiting and perhaps hesitating. . . .<br />

The bullet must have got him in the stomach or the side.<br />

One could see his burnt waistcoat, torn to ribbons as far as his<br />

hip.<br />

" A doctor! .. . Police! ..." someone cried.<br />

A doctor, who had been on the beach a hundred yards from the<br />

hotel, came up in his bathing-suit.<br />

They caught Le Clinche just as he fell, and carried him into the<br />

dining-room. Marie followed them like a woman demented.<br />

Maigret had no time to bother with Adele or her lover. But as<br />

he was going into the cafe he saw her, livid, emptying down a large<br />

glass against which her teeth were chattering.<br />

She had helped herself. She still had the bottle in her hand and<br />

she filled up the glass again. . . .<br />

The inspector did not look further, but somehow die image of<br />

that pallid face above the pink bodice, and particularly the teeth<br />

chattering against the glass, remained in his mind.<br />

He could not see Gaston Buzier. They were shutting the diningroom<br />

door.<br />

" Please don't stay here .. ." the proprietor was requesting his<br />

guests. " Keep calm! . . . The doctor wants as little noise as<br />

possible. . . ."<br />

Maigret pushed through the door and found the doctor on his

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