By Georges Simenon
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3,” the clerk defined in specialist phrases. “No, he didn’t. ” “And nobody went up there? ” The reasoning used to be simple. Torrence were attacked in that room, and consequently by way of an individual who had long past in there. To gag his sufferer, the assassin should have been status in the back of him. And Torrence had had no suspicion. not anyone yet a inn waiter happy these stipulations; he could have been despatched for by way of Torrence, or he may need come of his personal accord, to transparent the desk. displaying no pleasure, Maigret placed his query differently. “Which member of the workers went off accountability early? ” The switchboard operator seemed astonished. “How do you know? What a accident! …Pepito had a mobile name to assert his brother used to be ill…” “What time was once that? ” “About ten o’clock. ” “Where used to be he then? ” “Upstairs. ” “Which cellphone did he take the decision on? ” They rang via to the most switchboard. The operator on accountability acknowledged he had handed no name to Pepito. issues have been relocating speedy! yet Maigret remained emotionless and glum. “Where is his card? you need to have a card…” “Not precisely a card… at the very least, now not for what we name the dining-room employees. they alter so usually. ” they'd to visit the secretary’s workplace, which used to be empty at that hour. yet Maigret had the books introduced out, and located what he used to be searching for: Pepito Moretto, Hôtel Beauséjour, three rue des Batignolles. Took up carrier on… “Get me the Hôtel Beauséjour at the cellphone. ” in the meantime, wondering one other worker, he learnt that Pepito Moretto, urged by way of an Italian head waiter, had come to the Majestic 3 days prior to the Mortimer-Levingstons. His paintings have been completely passable. He had started within the dining-room and afterwards been transferred, at his personal request, to room carrier. The Hôtel Beauséjour got here at the line. “Hello… Will you get me Pepito Moretto? hi… What’s that? … along with his baggage? … 3 o’clock within the morning? … thanks… hi! … another factor. have been his letters introduced at your inn? … None in any respect? … thanks. that's all. ” And Maigret rang off, nonetheless retaining his unnatural calm. “What time is it? ” he requested. “Ten earlier 5. ” “Call me a taxi. ” He informed the motive force to take him to Pickwick’s Bar. “It closes at 4 o’clock, you recognize? ” “Nevermind. ” The taxi stopped open air the nightclub. The shutters have been closed, yet there has been gentle exhibiting below the door. Maigret knew that during so much evening spots the employees, who might quantity 40 or extra, often have supper earlier than going domestic. They sit to consume within the room the consumers have simply left, whereas the paper streamers are being swept up and the charwomen are starting their paintings. despite the fact that, Maigret didn't ring the bell at Pickwick’s. Turning his again at the position, he spotted a café-tabac on the nook of the rue Fontaine, of the type the place nightclub employees are apt to congregate throughout the night, among jazz numbers or after closing-time. This bistro was once nonetheless open. while Maigret went in, 3 males have been leaning at the bar, consuming espresso laced with brandy and speaking store.