The Methods of Maigret ( PDFDrive )

friendship, I sometimes act as her secretary.”
“Is Mrs. Wilcox writing her memoirs?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“Does she have anything to do with her whisky firm herself?”
“Nothing whatever.”
“Do you write her private letters?”
“I can’t see what you are driving at.”
“At nothing at all, Monsieur Moricourt.”
“De Moricourt.”
“If you insist. I was only trying to get some idea of your work.”
“Mrs. Wilcox is not exactly young.”
“Exactly.”
“I don’t get you.”
“Never mind. Tell me, Monsieur de Moricourt—that’s right, isn’t it?—where
you made Mrs. Wilcox’s acquaintance?”
“Is this an interrogation?”
“It’s whatever you like to call it.”
“Am I obliged to answer?”
“You can wait until I summon you formally.”
“Am I regarded as a suspect?”
“Everyone is suspect, and no one is.”
The young man considered for a few moments, threw his cigarette through the
open doorway.
“I met her at the casino at Cannes.”
“A long time ago?”
“A little over a year.”
“Are you a gambler?”
“I used to be. That’s how I lost my money.”
“Did you have a lot?”
“The question strikes me as indiscreet.”
“Have you worked before?”
“I was attached to the office of a minister.”
“Who was doubtless a friend of your family’s?”