Maigret: The Shadow In The Courtyard (1987) (1987) - Plot & Excerpts
“Please sit down, madame.” It was a clumsy, good-natured, dreamy-eyed Maigret who ushered her in and motioned her to a chair directly under the pallid square of light from the window. She sat down in it, assuming exactly the same attitude as in the waiting-room. A dignified attitude, evidently. And also a militant one. Her shoulders did not touch the chair-back. And the hand in its black cotton glove was ready to gesticulate without dropping the handbag, which would swing about in the air. “I suppose, Inspector, you must be wondering why I…” “No.” It was not out of unkindness that Maigret chose to disconcert her in this way on their first contact. Neither was it by chance. He knew it was necessary. He himself sat in an office armchair. He was leaning back in a somewhat vulgar attitude and smoking his pipe in greedy little puffs. Madame Martin had given a start, or rather her shoulders had stiffened. “What do you mean? I fancy you were not expecting…” “Yes.” And he gave her a bland smile.
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