Maigret's Dead Man
“Two busloads of police had stopped in Rue de Rivoli on the corner of Rue Vieille-du-Temple, and for a moment the silver buttons of the uniformed men had caught the light of the streetlamps. These men had gone to take up their positions, cordoning off a certain number of streets where plainclothed inspectors of the Police Judiciaire were already stationed.
Then, behind the buses, the prison vans formed up in an orderly line. At the corner of Rue du Roi-de-Sicile, a senior police officer was staring at his watch.
In Rue Saint-Antoine, pedestrians, alarmed, turned and hurried away. Inside the area which had been surrounded, a few lighted windows could still be seen. Lights still burned over the doors of cheap hotels, as did the lamp outside the brothel in Rue des Rosiers.
The senior officer, his eyes still fixed on his watch, was counting down the final seconds. At his side, Maigret, in detached mood or perhaps feeling he was in the way, thrust his hands into his pockets and ...looked elsewhere.MoreLess
Then, behind the buses, the prison vans formed up in an orderly line. At the corner of Rue du Roi-de-Sicile, a senior police officer was staring at his watch.
In Rue Saint-Antoine, pedestrians, alarmed, turned and hurried away. Inside the area which had been surrounded, a few lighted windows could still be seen. Lights still burned over the doors of cheap hotels, as did the lamp outside the brothel in Rue des Rosiers.
The senior officer, his eyes still fixed on his watch, was counting down the final seconds. At his side, Maigret, in detached mood or perhaps feeling he was in the way, thrust his hands into his pockets and ...looked elsewhere.MoreLess
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