Maigret and the Hundred Gibbets

Maigret and the Hundred Gibbets

Georges Simenon

Language: English

Pages: 128

ISBN: 014002025X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Maigret and the Hundred Gibbets

Georges Simenon

Language: English

Pages: 128

ISBN: 014002025X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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It was this detail which betrayed how far they had progressed since leaving Rheims, and the change that had come over the Belgian. Maigret paid and, without a word, showed his companion the way. Closing the door of his office, the first thing he did was make up the stove. He opened a cupboard, took out some clothes, and, ignoring his visitor, changed his trousers, socks, and shoes, and put his wet things to dry by the fire. Van Damme had sat down without being asked. In the bright light, the

a café in the town. There I found not one man, but three: Belloir (who had come from Rheims), Van Damme, and Jef Lombard. They greeted me with embarrassment. I am convinced that one of the three had decided to talk. The others seemed to be there merely to prevent him. Jef Lombard, who was on edge, suddenly cleared off. I remained with the two others. I left them outside, after midnight, in the fog, and, a few seconds later, a shot was fired at me. I concluded that one of the three had wanted

it was Joseph Van Damme. “We were bound to end up here, weren’t we?” declared the Inspector. His voice echoed strangely in the stark, empty atmosphere. Van Damme did not reply, but remained quite still, staring at him viciously. It would have been impossible to understand the geography of the place unless you knew what type of building it had once been: part of a convent, a barracks, or a private house. Nothing in it was square. Half the floor was boarded and the other half was made up of

and the pelvis were still attached by hooks and were leaning forward like a rag doll. Then there were the walls. The white walls had been covered with drawings, and painted frescoes. This was the most incongruous aspect of the muddle: there were grimacing figures and inscriptions like Long live Satan, grandfather of the world! On the floor was a Bible with a damaged cover. Elsewhere were crumpled sketches and yellowing papers, covered with a thick layer of dust. There was another inscription

go into the business, Mortier had refused to hand over the agreed dowry. The couple lived somewhere in a small garrison town. * * * CHAPTER 11 THE STUMP OF CANDLE It was nearly dark. Their faces stood out against the murky background; their features looked sharper. As if the semi-darkness had put him on edge, Lombard said nervously: “Let’s have some light!” There was still a stump of candle in the lamp which had been hanging from the same nail there for years, along with the

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