Maigret and the Burglar's Wife
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The highly popular pipe-smoking Inspector Maigret embarks on more detective adventures which involve the darker impulses of the human heart and violent betrayals. These titles are reissued to coincide with the Granada dramatizations starring Michael Gambon.
to you.” She handed him a colored postcard of the town hall at Le Havre. There was no message, no signature, nothing but Lofty’s name and Poste Restante, Paris. “Alfred?” “It’s his handwriting.” “He didn’t go to Belgium?” “Doesn’t look like it. He must have steered clear of the border.” “Do you think he might try to get away by sea?” “Not likely. He’s never set foot on a boat… I’m going to ask you something, Monsieur Maigret, but you’ve got to give me a straight answer. Suppose he was to
police in Le Havre. Had Sad Freddie really taken a train at Gare du Nord, but to Lille, for instance? Or, after he’d telephoned Ernestine, had he made a dash for Gare St.-Lazare? He might have gone to some cheap room, or wandered from bistro to bistro, drinking small bottles of Vichy water, unless he was trying to stow away on board some ship. Was it as hot in Le Havre as it was in Paris? They still hadn’t found the taxi that was supposed to have picked up Maria Serre and her luggage. The
and she’s got a special dinner ready.” “Did you find out from the maid if Gertrude Oosting can speak French?” “She can.” “Go on home.” “What?” “Go home. Leave me those sandwiches. I’ll stay here.” “Madame Maigret won’t like that.” Janvier needed a little persuasion, but finally went rushing off to catch his train to the suburbs. Maigret ate alone in his office, then went for a chat with Moers, in his laboratory. Moers left after nine, when it was completely dark. “Sure you know what to
“Until when?” “Tuesday. At the beginning of the afternoon, when she was nearly finished packing, she came downstairs, and I gave her what belonged to her.” “Then, when she left, it was in one of the two suitcases or in the trunk?” “I suppose so.” “She didn’t go out before dinner?” “I didn’t hear her go out.” “So, to your knowledge, she didn’t go out?” He nodded in confirmation. “Did she telephone at all?” “The only telephone in the house is in my study, and she did not use it.” “How am
before last, he took his bag of tools, and I knew he’d gone to work.” “He hadn’t been drinking?” “Never touches a drop. Doesn’t smoke. He’s never been able to. He’s afraid of his fits, and he’s ashamed when one happens in the middle of the street, where people crowd around and feel sorry for him… “Before he left, he said: ‘I think this time we’re really going to live in the country.’ ” Maigret had begun to take notes, which he was surrounding idly with arabesques. “What time did he leave