Dupin placed a few coins on the bar and left the Amiral.
'I've got to go,' he called in Lily's direction, but she was engrossed in a telephone call. You should too.Īnd call Le Ber, I want him to come straight away.' We're in charge when it comes to serious matters. 'Commissaire Derrien has been on holiday since Monday. But what's it got to do with us? Pont-Aven is in the Quimperlé jurisdiction this is Derrien's case.' 'I can only tell you what the caller, the hotel chef, told the officer on duty, which he then ' 'Two of our colleagues from Pont-Aven should be there by now.'ĭupin was annoyed by his own question almost before it had passed his lips. The owner of the Central Hotel, Pierre-Louis Pennec, was found dead in his restaurant a few minutes ago. 'I won't be able to make it tonight, I have things to do, official duties, tell that to Geungeu tell that to the Prefect.' The phone rang again, and yet again it was Labat.ĭupin could feel the anger rising up inside him despite his fatigue. Amongst the locals the Celts! the land of course wasn't known as the 'End of the World', but in fact its exact opposite: 'Penn ar Bed', literally the 'Head of the World', or 'The Beginning of Everything'. It was a name the département retained to this day. Stories about life at the 'End of World', the 'finis terra' as the Romans those invaders! had called the most remote tip of this wild, craggy peninsula that stretched out into the raging Atlantic.
Next to meeting the people, it was these small, seemingly insignificant stories which had taught him the most. After his 'relocation' he had, at first unwillingly but then with growing interest, begun his study of the Breton soul. The Ouest France and the Télégramme, those were the two big local papers and they were devoted to Brittany in a way that was both affectionate and proud after a page of very concise international and national news dealing swiftly with world events, there followed thirty pages of regional and local, mostly very local, reports. This often landed him in embarrassing situations since he had to deal with people all day.ĭupin turned back to his paper.
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What's more, he still had no idea how to pronounce his name, which admittedly was not an infrequent occurrence for him where Bretons were concerned. Thank God he was too tired to get properly worked up about it. He had no desire to devote even a moment's thought to this.
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