then?â
âTen years ago?
Hmm â¦Â Thatâs the year my sister-in-law died â¦Â I know! The
big floods! We even had to wait a week for the burial because the only way you could
get around in the streets down by the Meuse was by boat. Here, look at these
articles:
The King and Queen visit the disaster victims
 â¦Â There
are photos, and â wait, weâre missing an issue. How extraordinary! Iâll
have to inform the director about this â¦â
Maigret picked up a scrap of newsprint
that had fallen to the floor while Joseph Van Damme â and there was no doubt about
it â had been tearing out the pages for 15 February.
7. The Three Men
There are four daily papers in Liège.
Maigret spent two hours checking their archives one after the other and, as he
expected, they were all missing the 15 February issue.
With its luxury department stores,
popular brasseries, cinemas and dance halls, the place to see and be seen in Liège
is the busy quadrangle of streets known as the Carré. At least three times, the
inspector caught sight of Joseph Van Damme strolling around there, walking stick in
hand.
When Maigret returned to the Hôtel du
Chemin de Fer, he found two messages waiting for him. The first was a telegram from
Lucas, to whom he had given certain instructions just before leaving Paris.
Stove ashes found room Louis Jeunet
Rue Roquette analysed by technician stop Identified remains Belgian and French
banknotes stop Quantity suggests large sum
The other was a letter delivered to the
hotel by messenger, typed on ordinary typing paper without any heading.
Detective Chief Inspector,
I beg to inform you that I am
prepared to furnish the answers you seek in your inquiry.
I have my reasons for being
cautious, and I would be obliged, if my proposal interests you, if you would
meet me this evening at around eleven oâclock, at the Café de
la Bourse, which is behind the
Théâtre Royal.
Until then, I remain, sir, your
most humble, loyal and obedient servant, etc., etc.
No signature. On the other hand, a rather
surprising number of business turns of phrase for a note of this kind:
I beg to
inform you
 â¦
I would be obliged â¦Â if my proposal
interests you â¦Â your most humble, loyal and obedient servant, etc.,
etc. â¦
Dining alone at his table, Maigret
realized that, although he hadnât much noticed it before, the focus of his
attention had shifted somewhat away from Jean Lecocq dâArneville, who had
killed himself in a hotel room in Bremen under the name of Louis Jeunet.
Now the inspector found himself haunted
by the images Jef Lombard had hung up everywhere, those hanged men dangling from a
church-steeple cross, from the trees in a wood, from a nail in an attic room,
grotesque or sinister hanged men in the garb of many centuries, their faces livid or
flushed crimson.
At half past ten he set out for the
Théâtre Royal; it was five to eleven when he pushed open the door of the Café de la
Bourse, a quiet little place frequented by locals and by card players in
particular.
And there he found a surprise waiting
for him. Three men were sitting at a table off in a corner, over by the counter:
Maurice Belloir, Jef Lombard and Joseph Van Damme.
Things seemed to hang fire for a moment
while the waiter helped Maigret out of his overcoat. Belloir automatically rose
halfway in greeting. Van Damme didnât move a muscle. Lombard, grimacing with
extraordinary nervous tension, could not keep still as he waited for his companions
to make a move.
Was Maigret going
to come over, shake hands, sit down with them? He knew them all: he had accepted Van
Dammeâs invitation to lunch in Bremen, heâd had a glass of brandy at
Belloirâs house in Rheims, and only that morning he had visited
Lombardâs