are at the
chateau, along with the belongings of the late countess â¦
âAnd yet, as of now, other people
have turned up there, with the clear intention of getting their hands on
 â¦â
âA few pairs of pyjamas and some
old slippers!â groaned Maigret as he got up from his chair.
âExcuse me?â
Throughout the whole of the
conversation, Jean Métayer had been writing things down in a little notebook. And it
was he who calmed down his lawyer, who had in turn leaped to his feet.
âLeave it! I knew straight away
that the inspector would be against me! And I have since learned that he belonged
indirectly to the chateau, where he was born in the days when his father was the
estate manager of the Saint-Fiacres. I warned you â¦Â You were the one who wanted
 â¦â
The clock struck ten. Maigret calculated
that Marie Vassilievâs train would have arrived at the Gare de Lyon half an
hour earlier.
âYou will excuse me!â he
said. âI will see you again in due course.â
âBut â¦â
He in turn stepped into the grocery
opposite, whose bell rang. He waited a quarter of an hour for a call to be connected
to Paris.
âIs it true that youâre the
son of the old estate manager?â
Maigret was exhausted, more than he
would have been
after ten normal
investigations. He ached, both emotionally and physically.
âParis speaking â¦â
âHello! â¦Â The Comptoir
dâEscompte? â¦Â This is the Police Judiciaire â¦Â A piece of information please â¦
Has a cheque signed Saint-Fiacre been presented this morning? â¦Â You say it was
presented at nine oâclock? â¦Â So, insufficient funds â¦Â Hello! â¦Â Please
donât hang up, madam â¦Â You asked the bearer to present it a second time? â¦
Excellent! â¦Â Ah! Thatâs what I wanted to know â¦Â A young woman, is that right?
 â¦Â A quarter of an hour ago? â¦Â And she paid in the forty thousand francs? â¦Â Thank you
 â¦Â Of course you can pay! â¦Â No! No! Nothing in particular â¦Â Given that the deposit
has been made â¦â
And Maigret left the cabin with a weary
sigh.
Maurice de Saint-Fiacre, during the
night, had found the forty thousand francs and sent his mistress to Paris to deposit
them at the bank!
Just as the inspector was leaving the
grocerâs shop, he saw the priest leaving his house, clutching his breviary and
heading towards the chateau.
Then he speeded up and almost ran to get
to the door at the same time as the priest.
He missed him by less than a minute. By
the time he reached the main courtyard the door was closing behind the priest. And
when he rang the doorbell there were footsteps at the end of the corridor, near the
library.
6. The Two Camps
âLet me go and see if the count can
 â¦â
But the inspector didnât give the
butler time to finish his sentence. He stepped into the corridor and headed for the
library. The butler heaved a sigh of resignation. There wasnât even a way of
keeping up appearances any more! People were treating the place like a hotel! It was
chaos!
Maigret paused before opening the
library door, but to no end, because he didnât hear a sound. It was, in fact,
what gave his entrance an impressive quality.
He knocked, thinking that the priest
might be somewhere else. But a voice immediately rang out, clearly and firmly, in
the absolute silence of the room:
âCome in!â
Maigret pushed the door, which happened
to catch on an air vent. The Count of Saint-Fiacre, who stood leaning against the
gothic table, was looking at him.
Beside him, the priest was staring at
the carpet, frozen, as if a single movement would have given him