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84 MAINLY MAIGRET spread out, his fingers scrabbling on the counterpane, and he went on screaming, arching his body like someone in convulsions. Now and again, between the screams, came that low, desperate, whimpered, " Mother!" Madame Baron glanced nervously towards the window, fearing passers-by would hear; then back again at the writhing form on the bed. " Steady on! " she said, and was surprised by the sound of her voice. " If you go on making that noise we'll have all the neighbours in." She took a step towards him, and added in a less assured tone: " You know, you can't possibly stay on in this house." She took off her hat wearily and dropped it on the table. " Now do try to pull yourself together. You've still time to get away without being caught." She walked hastily to the door, and listened; then turned the key and came back to the bed. " Please pay attention, Monsieur Elie. I'm speaking for your own good...." • The kitchen was empty, the alarm-clock ticking away for its own benefit alone, the kettle singing to itself, filling the air with steam. Now and then a shower of red cinders would rattle through the grate into the ashpan. The window-panes were misted over. Only one end of the table was laid—at Elie's place—and his breakfast, two eggs and a slice of bacon, stood waiting to be cooked on a plate beside the range. The shopping-bag, from which the heads of a bundle of leeks protruded, remained where Madame Baron had left it, beside the hall door. The only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock and an occasional tinkle of the kettle-lid. Never had the house seemed so forsaken. Every door was shut, and for once no pails of water, no mops or brooms were lying about in the passage* There was an atmosphere of hushed suspense, like that when some great domestic event is impending—when, for instance, everyone is waiting for a woman to have a baby. Presently a sound of footsteps came from Elie's bedroom. The door emitted a loud creak, as though it were beinp opened for the first time for years. Carrying her hat, Madame Baron walked past

THE LODGER «5 her shopping-bag, unheeding; then remembered, and went back to fetch it. On entering the kitchen she was half-suffocated by the cloud of steam that greeted her, and, hurrying to the window, she opened it a few inches, letting in a gush of icy air. There was a whole series of ritual gestures to be performed, and she went dirough them methodically, with an unusually thoughtful look on her face. She took the almost empty kettle off the range and filled it at the tap; she placed a saucepan on the fire, then hung her hat on a peg and unpacked the vegetables on the portion of the table which was unlaid. Finally she glanced at the clock. It pointed to twenty-past ten. Taking a paring-knife from the drawer and putting on an apron, she walked back to the hall, and shouted: " Monsieur Moise! " Only then did her feelings get the better of her; the second time she called, her voice broke on a sob. And, on returning to the kitchen, she wiped her eyes and nose with a corner of her apron. There were footsteps overhead, and presently Moise came down the stairs. Madame Baron was skinning onions for the stew, but the onions did not account for the tears in her eyes. Moise noticed them at once, and frowning heavily, enquired: " What's wrong, Madame Baron? " " Please sit down, Monsieur Moise. I've something to tell you." She avoided looking at him, but he could still see her face and it was so woebegone that he lowered his eyes. " I know I can trust you, Monsieur Moise. It's something I daren't even tell my husband. You know how he is; he'd only start bawling the roof off, and that wouldn't take us any further, would it? " She blew her nose and, bending forward, slowly closed the door of the range. " I don't know how to start.... First of all, though, you must promise not to breathe a word of this to anyone." She was cutting up the onions and letting the slices fall into the blue enamel saucepan. " I've just learned that our new lodger, Monsieur Elie .. ." She happened to look up, and the first glance was enough. " What! You knew it? ... And I was that silly I never suspected a thing! I treated him just like the other lodgers, in fact I made a fuss of him. What a fool I was! This morning I told him he had to go. I didn't like doing it, but seeing as my husband's a government employee..." She paused abruptly, her knife suspended in mid-

84 MAINLY MAIGRET<br />

spread out, his fingers scrabbling on the counterpane, and he went<br />

on screaming, arching his body like someone in convulsions. Now<br />

and again, between the screams, came that low, desperate, whimpered,<br />

" Mother!"<br />

Madame Baron glanced nervously towards the window, fearing<br />

passers-by would hear; then back again at the writhing form on the<br />

bed.<br />

" Steady on! " she said, and was surprised by the sound of her<br />

voice. " If you go on making that noise we'll have all the neighbours<br />

in." She took a step towards him, and added in a less assured tone:<br />

" You know, you can't possibly stay on in this house."<br />

She took off her hat wearily and dropped it on the table.<br />

" Now do try to pull yourself together. You've still time to get<br />

away without being caught."<br />

She walked hastily to the door, and listened; then turned the key<br />

and came back to the bed.<br />

" Please pay attention, Monsieur Elie. I'm speaking for your own<br />

good...."<br />

•<br />

The kitchen was empty, the alarm-clock ticking away for its<br />

own benefit alone, the kettle singing to itself, filling the air with<br />

steam. Now and then a shower of red cinders would rattle through<br />

the grate into the ashpan. The window-panes were misted over.<br />

Only one end of the table was laid—at Elie's place—and his<br />

breakfast, two eggs and a slice of bacon, stood waiting to be cooked<br />

on a plate beside the range.<br />

The shopping-bag, from which the heads of a bundle of leeks<br />

protruded, remained where Madame Baron had left it, beside the<br />

hall door.<br />

The only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock and an<br />

occasional tinkle of the kettle-lid. Never had the house seemed so<br />

forsaken. Every door was shut, and for once no pails of water, no<br />

mops or brooms were lying about in the passage* There was an<br />

atmosphere of hushed suspense, like that when some great domestic<br />

event is impending—when, for instance, everyone is waiting for<br />

a woman to have a baby.<br />

Presently a sound of footsteps came from Elie's bedroom. The<br />

door emitted a loud creak, as though it were beinp opened for the<br />

first time for years. Carrying her hat, Madame Baron walked past

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