Chapter ThirtyMaron waited until Sunday afternoon to stop by Claudette Mercier’s, guessing correctly that she was at church in the morning. He also thought she would probably be having Sunday dinner at someone’s house, since she had a large family in Castillac, but on that particular Sunday, Claudette had felt a cold coming on and stayed home once church was over. Maron knocked on her door, ready with a list of questions.
“Why, Officer Maron, bonjour!” said Claudette, opening the door for him. “What a surprise! I was just making some soup. I’ve got that tickly feeling in my nose like I’m right on the verge of catching a cold, you know how that is? I hope you’ve made progress. Did you catch the burglar, is that why you’re here? Shall I come to the station for a lineup?” she asked, her eyes
