The Methods of Maigret ( PDFDrive )

Paris.”
He didn’t trouble to return the compliment.
“You have a rest.”
He went downstairs, passed near to Charlot who surveyed him with a
bantering eye, and went and sat beside Lechat on the terrace.
It was the richest hour of the day. The whole island was relaxed, and the sea
around it, the rocks, the sun of the square which seemed to breathe another
rhythm after the heat of the daytime.
“Have you found out anything, Chief?”
Maigret’s first thought was to order a drink from Jojo who was passing nearby
and who looked as if she were cross with him for having closeted himself with
Ginette in the bedroom.
“I’m afraid so,” he sighed finally.
And, as the Inspector was looking at him in surprise:
“I mean that I shall probably not have much longer to stay here. It’s a good
place, don’t you think? On the other hand, there’s Mr. Pyke.”
Wasn’t a quick success better, on account of Mr. Pyke? And what he would
say at Scotland Yard?
“There’s a call from Paris for you, Monsieur Maigret.”
It was probably the information from Ostend.