By Georges Simenon
A tender lady who stocks an house with an aged aunt returns to police headquarters time and again to bitch of wierd shifts within the place of her furnishings in the course of the evening. On a very busy day the Inspector places her off simply lengthy adequate for catastrophe to strike. Translated by means of Eileen Ellenbogen. A Helen and Kurt Wolff ebook
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He was becoming more and more convinced that she had not gone of her own free will. Someone had sought her out there in the very nerve center of police activity, within a few feet of Maigret’s own door, and persuaded her to leave with him… What inducement had he offered? Who carried sufficient weight with the young woman to…? Now, in a flash, he understood. ” he groaned, striking his forehead with his clenched fist. ” “I should have known that she couldn’t have left the building, that nothing would have persuaded her to leave the building…” He was furious with himself.
Ah! ” She got up and once again leaned across the bed to press the rubber bulb. Lights came on in the hall and on the stairs. The soft swish of an umbrella being closed was followed by the careful scraping of shoes on a mat. “You won’t find him leaving dirty marks all over the place…” A dry cough. Slow, measured footsteps. The door of the lodge opened. ” A man of seventy, with a gray complexion and gray hair, dressed all in black, carrying a damp umbrella. As he raised his eyes to meet the Chief Superintendent’s, Maigret frowned, feeling sure that he had seen him somewhere before.
Near the window stood an enormous mahogany desk with movable panels, of the type still to be found in the offices of the managers of big country estates. Wrapping a handkerchief around his hand, Maigret opened all the drawers in turn. Some were full of oddments such as keys, bits of sealing wax, pillboxes, a lorgnette frame, diaries going back twenty years, and yellowing receipts. Four of the drawers were empty. None had been forced. Armchairs with worn upholstery, a shelf with knick-knacks, a work table, two Louis Seize long-cased clocks.