8:17 p.m. Darling Street Page #3

Oh, boy! Listen to this:

''Mme Diane Pilon Demers, M.D.,

Wife of Claude Demers, Esq.,

National Bank president.

This is the big leagues.

She leaves her daughter,

her sisters...

Closed-casket ceremonies at

St. Viateur church, Outremont.''

No sh*t...

Mountainside mansion

to death on Darling. Funny, eh?

Yeah, hilarious.

Hello, marshall.

You again?

Find anything?

Nothing.

How come?

A gas explosion with no gas.

- The house wasn't connected.

- How about underground leaks?

You want my job?

No...

- Will it take long?

- The time it takes.

l don't get the streaker.

The what?

The naked guy.

Just before, a lady on the 2nd

saw a man streaking on the roof.

- Really?

- You know her?

No. Always at the window.

A streaker.

Hello?

Mr Langlois?

You know me?

l used to read your column.

Too bad you quit.

You had a way with murders.

Thanks.

- ls it about the explosion?

- Yes.

lt was the Hells.

Come in.

- Excuse me, what's your name?

- Marie-Rose.

Lt Geoffrion said you saw

a streaker before the explosion?

Funny, eh? ln mid-November.

- Naked.

- Yes.

You recognized him?

He ran fast.

- Was he in the explosion?

- No.

He made it over.

- And what about the Hells?

- Your downstairs neighbour.

The tall guy. He went out

Not to deliver pizza.

- You saw this?

- Didn't you?

They blew up the house

to get him.

What a bastard!

He used to beat his wife.

Such a nice girl,

with a sweet little daughter.

- Poor thing.

- Hold on, Marie-Rose.

lf this is true, you must've

seen something suspicious.

l don't spend my life

at the window!

- Anything else seem strange?

- No. You're always reading,

rarely eat at home.

Your 2nd-floor neighbour

seems quiet

but his windows are dark.

The 3rd-floor student

seems quiet too, but...

But?

Sometimes when she's not there,

a woman goes in,

and then a man.

A rich lady, in a fancy car.

The man comes in a cab.

When they're finished,

they leave separately.

Are you sure?

And that lady?

Mme Dumais?

A saint.

A saint.

I went back to check

the cIassifieds.

With onIy one night Ieft,

I had to find an apartment.

Looking around here?

Yeah.

The 2-room below me is for rent.

The old tenant went to a home.

- Where do you live?

Really?

between AyIwin and CuviIier,

in a big ground-floor flat,

with my 8 sibIings.

We used to sIed out back.

Dad pIanted a tree by the hiII.

The Inuit say,

when Iost in a bIizzard,

you waIk in circIes and end up

exactIy where you started.

l have furniture too.

l put it aside in the back.

- You had a fire?

- Yes, l was on Darling.

- The building that blew up.

- Wait a minute.

Sir? There'll be no charge.

- Really?

- Can we deliver it tomorrow?

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