Sergeant Bayer drove down the lane that led from the farm of Lucien Bouchard and turned toward Tournai. “Should I stop to tell the farmer about the chickens?”
“Yes, of course,” Ziegler said. “Have him go and get them. I can’t let the poor animals starve.”
Bayer rounded a bend on the dirt road and returned to the farmer who had provided information about the doctor. While Ziegler waited in the car, Bayer explained what had happened to the farmer, and asked him to get the chickens. A moment later, Bayer returned.
“What did he say?’ Ziegler asked as Bayer got in and started the engine.
“He’ll go get the chickens. He was surprised the doctor was mixed up in anything, claimed he kept to himself.”
“He may not have had a choice,” Ziegler surmised. “The woman could have appeared at his door,
