must have been as ironical as his good education allowed. Hadnât Maigret blushed? At any rate he was conscious of being perfectly ridiculous.
For the fact was that he had on this occasion played the moral reformer. After sending Marcellin to prison, he had turned his attention to Ginette and, just as might happen in a popular novel, had âsnatched her from the gutterâ to have her put into a sanatorium.
He saw her again clearly, so thin that one wondered how men could allow themselves to be tempted, with feverish eyes and slack mouth.
He said to her:
âYou must have treatment, my girl.â
And she answered, docilely:
âIâm quite willing, chief inspector. Donât think I enjoy it!â
With a touch of impatience, Maigret now asked, looking Monsieur Ãmile straight in the face:
âYouâre sure itâs the same woman? At that time she was riddled with consumption.â
âShe kept up her cure for a few years.â
âDid she stay with Marcellin?â
âShe hardly saw him, you know. Sheâs very busy. She sent him a money order from time to time. Not large sums. He didnât need them.â
Monsieur Ãmile took a eucalyptus pill from a small box, and sucked it gravely.
âUsed he to go and see her in Nice?â
âI donât think so. Itâs a high-class establishment. You probably know it.â
âWas it because of her that Marcellin came to the Midi?â
âI donât know. He was a queer fish.â
âIs Ginette in Nice at the moment?â
âShe rang us up from Hyères this morning. She saw what happened from the papers. Sheâs in Hyères seeing to the funeral.â
âDo you know where sheâs staying?â
âAt the Hôtel des Palmes.â
âYou were at the Arche the evening of the murder?â
âI went there for my tisane.â
âDid you leave before Marcellin?â
âCertainly. I never go to bed after ten oâclock.â
âDid you hear him speaking of me?â
âPerhaps. I paid no attention. Iâm a bit hard of hearing.â
âWhat are your relations like with Charlot?â
âI know him, but I donât see a lot of him.â
âWhy?â
Monsieur Ãmile was visibly striving to explain a delicate matter.
âWe donât move in the same circles, if you see what I mean?â
âHeâs never worked for your mother?â
âHe may once or twice have found staff for her.â
âHas he been going straight?â
âI think so.â
âDid Marcellin find people for you too?â
âNo. He didnât go in for that.â
âYou know nothing?â
âNothing at all. I hardly concern myself with business matters any longer. My health wonât allow me.â
What was Mr. Pyke thinking of all this? Are there Monsieur Ãmiles in England as well?
âI think I might go and have a chat with your mother.â
âYouâll be very welcome, inspector.â
Lechat was outside, this time in the company of a young man in white flannel trousers, a blue striped blazer, and a yachting cap.
âMonsieur Philippe de Moricourt,â he announced. âHe was just landing with the dinghy.â
âYou wish to speak to me, inspector?â
He was in his thirties, and, contrary to what one might have expected, he wasnât even good-looking.
âI presume this is mere formality?â
âSit down.â
âIs it essential? I loathe sitting down.â
âStay standing up then. Youâre Mrs. Wilcoxâs secretary?â
âA nominal title, of course. Let us say that I am her guest and that, as between friends, I sometimes act as her secretary.â
âIs Mrs. Wilcox writing her memoirs?â
âNo. Why do you ask?â
âDoes she have anything to do with her whisky firm herself?â
âNothing whatever.â
âDo you write her
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