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6z MAINLY MAIGRET put back the paper on the table, the imprint of his fingers could be seen on it. Fortunately, just then Baron came downstairs in his railwayman's uniform, and his wife was too busy fussing round him to pay heed to Elie. After filling a thermos flask with coffee and milk, she packed some sandwiches in a small tin he had brought down from his room. Elie could still see Antoinette's face immediately in front of him, and he was struck by the fixity of the red-flecked pupils. He had a horrid feeling that he was going to faint; an absurd impression that the chair was giving way beneath him. Try as he might, he could not take his eyes off the pale, set face confronting him, on which he read a look of growing scorn, scarcely a trace of pity. " Hope you'll soon get over your cold, Monsieur Elie." The railwayman was shaking his hand, but Elie hardly noticed it Madame Baron accompanied her husband to the doorstep; a gust of cold air entered the kitchen. " So you're a coward! " Antoinette exclaimed the moment they were alone. The words conveyed nothing to Elie. He dimly saw the gleaming tiles of the range, the yellow mound of potatoes in the enamelled pail, the singing kettle, and, in the foreground, the girl's white face. But all these things were so blurred, and seemed to be moving away from him at such a speed, that he brought both hands down heavily on the table, to steady himself. The front door banged and Madame Baron's footsteps could be heard approaching. Antoinette whispered: "Take care!" Her mother eyed each in turn, with a particularly suspicious look for Antoinette. Twice already she had said: " You might be more polite to Monsieur Elie." She picked up a potato and her knife. " If I was you I'd go out for a bit, cdld or no cold. It's half-past nine. You sleep much too much, in my opinion." But he seemed rooted to his chair, incapable of stirring from the kitchen. " I wouldn't have much use for a man who was always hanging about the house," Antoinette remarked. " Nobody asked you your opinion, miss!.. • I'm speaking for Monsieur Elie's good, like I was his ma." He rose with an effort*
THE LODGER 63 " That's better! I've given you a latch-key, haven't I? Now mind you wrap your throat up well." He lingered for some minutes, sitting on his bed, until the silence of the room, in which every object was already like an old friend, began to work on his nerves. He had only a light overcoat. He put it on, and knotted a woollen muffler round his neck. What need had Antoinette to make him read that article in the paper? Those horrible last words especially, about his head falling under the guillotine? Never for a moment had any such idea occurred to him. He forgot to turn off the light. Standing in the hall, he glanced round at the kitchen; through the glazed door he could see Antoinette and her mother still sitting beside the range, in an atmosphere of quiet so profound that he fancied he heard the ticking of the alarmclock on the mantelpiece. The moment he stepped outside he started shivering. The pavement was like iron underfoot. This was the first time he had seen the street by night, and it looked quite different. All the houses were in darkness except the grocery, a little to the left. To see other lights he had to look far down the street, where a row of street-lamps marked the beginning of the town proper. Nobody was about. The only footsteps audible were a good five hundred yards away. Abruptly they ceased, and there was the distant tinkle of a bell, the sound of a closing door. It was too cold to stand about, and he started walking blindly ahead, his hat pulled down over his eyes, his collar turned up. All the time he had a sensation that he was not in a real street, or on the outskirts of a real town. The houses were not in an unbroken row, as in most workingclass districts, nor were there any side-streets. After a block of ten or twelve houses, for instance, all exactly alike, would come an opening, a forlorn field, with sheds and dumps looming up behind it. Then another series of houses, anodier gap, from which railwaytracks shot out across the road. In the background tall chimneys were belching flames into the darkness, and the cold radiance of the sky was mottled with patches of angry red. Elie had quickened his pace, though quite involuntarily. There was nowhere to go. He passed the windows of a caf£ and saw in it the green rectangle of a billiard-table; presumably the one Valesco had referred to. A family—father, mother, and two children hand in hand—
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THE LODGER 63<br />
" That's better! I've given you a latch-key, haven't I? Now mind<br />
you wrap your throat up well."<br />
He lingered for some minutes, sitting on his bed, until the silence<br />
of the room, in which every object was already like an old friend,<br />
began to work on his nerves. He had only a light overcoat. He put<br />
it on, and knotted a woollen muffler round his neck.<br />
What need had Antoinette to make him read that article in the<br />
paper? Those horrible last words especially, about his head falling<br />
under the guillotine?<br />
Never for a moment had any such idea occurred to him. He<br />
forgot to turn off the light. Standing in the hall, he glanced round<br />
at the kitchen; through the glazed door he could see Antoinette<br />
and her mother still sitting beside the range, in an atmosphere of<br />
quiet so profound that he fancied he heard the ticking of the alarmclock<br />
on the mantelpiece.<br />
The moment he stepped outside he started shivering. The pavement<br />
was like iron underfoot. This was the first time he had seen the<br />
street by night, and it looked quite different.<br />
All the houses were in darkness except the grocery, a little to the<br />
left. To see other lights he had to look far down the street, where<br />
a row of street-lamps marked the beginning of the town proper.<br />
Nobody was about. The only footsteps audible were a good five<br />
hundred yards away. Abruptly they ceased, and there was the<br />
distant tinkle of a bell, the sound of a closing door.<br />
It was too cold to stand about, and he started walking blindly<br />
ahead, his hat pulled down over his eyes, his collar turned up. All<br />
the time he had a sensation that he was not in a real street, or on<br />
the outskirts of a real town.<br />
The houses were not in an unbroken row, as in most workingclass<br />
districts, nor were there any side-streets. After a block of ten<br />
or twelve houses, for instance, all exactly alike, would come an<br />
opening, a forlorn field, with sheds and dumps looming up behind<br />
it. Then another series of houses, anodier gap, from which railwaytracks<br />
shot out across the road. In the background tall chimneys<br />
were belching flames into the darkness, and the cold radiance of the<br />
sky was mottled with patches of angry red.<br />
Elie had quickened his pace, though quite involuntarily. There<br />
was nowhere to go. He passed the windows of a caf£ and saw in it<br />
the green rectangle of a billiard-table; presumably the one Valesco<br />
had referred to.<br />
A family—father, mother, and two children hand in hand—