onions.
âShall we go in?â
Luc knocked at the door discreetly. A tall gangling peasant of a man, who hadnât shaved for days and whose eyes were red, opened it. He gave Luc and Littlejohn a cursory look and seemed to know at once who they were.
âIs Madame Jourin in?â
âPolice?â
âYes.â
âEnter. We thought youâd call. Last time it was the men in uniform. Now itâs the flics. We canât tell you anything.â
âMay we see Mme. Jourin, please?â
âI said come in.â
A dark, narrow place, smelling of old stone and decayed woodwork. A step down into the living-room. Beyond, another door, presumably to the sleeping quarters and the kitchen.
A large hearth with an iron cooking-stove. Old furniture scattered here and there. A plain wooden sideboard. Faded photographs of years ago hanging on the walls. A crucifix over the sideboard with a little holy-water stoop beneath it. On the sideboard, a jam-jar of faded wild flowers in water green from a need of a change.
At the bare wooden table in the middle of the room a plump little old woman with a large stomach was preparing a meal. A mixing-board, a small pile of fresh bones, onions and the smell of garlic. Her hands were covered in flour. On one corner of the table, a bottle of wine, half-full, and two coarse glasses with the dregs of drinks in them.
âPolice,â said the man.
Judging from the attitudes of the pair of them, the oldwoman and the peasant had been quarrelling. She gave him a nasty look.
âWhat of it? The fellow from the gendarmerieâs been here already to let us know heâs dead.â
âYou might show some sorrow.â
âI ought to be glad. Better dead and in Godâs peace than carrying on the way he has done since he came back. Disgracing the family.â
She put her hands on her hips and the row looked like starting again.
âI know you admired him. You were always on his side. â¦â
She turned to Luc and Littlejohn and then pointed at the man.
âHe used to say Etienne had been led astray. I ask you. Is a man led astray unless he wants to be? Heâs Etienneâs brother, in case you donât know. Iâm his mother. The boys always ganged-up against me and now, he thinks because Etienneâs met his death through the life heâs been leading, I ought to rouse the street with my lamentations.â
Luc was trying hard to get a word in edgeways.
âWeâre sorry to call at an inconvenient time, Madame Jourin, but weâre anxious to ask you one or two questions which might help us to trace Etienneâs murderer.â
âIâm a god-fearing woman, monsieur, and God will avenge the wrong. He doesnât need a lot of inquisitive detectives to help Him.â
âWeâre only doing our duty, madame. We deeply sympathise with you. Weâve come all the way from Paris to see you. I hope youâre going to help us.â
âThereâs nothing much I can tell you. He wouldnât listen to what I had to say, and this is the result. I told him he was no son of mine. What his father would have said, I donât know. He was a sensitive man. It would have killed him.â
She cast her eyes towards one of the photographs of a heavily bearded man, who looked more scared than anything else.
She had a tired, lined face and hard dark eyes. A woman who had obviously endured a lot in life and had fought her way through it somehow. She looked at the meal she was preparing and then at her two visitors.
âI suppose Iâd better listen to what you have to say. Otherwise youâll be here all afternoon and thereâll be no dinner. My daughter and son-in-law will be here before long, and theyâll expect feeding whateverâs happened to her brother. What did you want to know?â
âWhen did you last see your son?â
âIn the Spring. From what he said, heâd spent a
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