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176 pages, Paperback
Published August 7, 2002
An interesting adventure, worthy of a thriller, took place on the Ostrogoth during the writing of the “13” series. Stopping in Wilhelmshaven, a German port in Lower Saxony (which readers of The 13 Culprits will recognize as being the birthplace of Otto Müller), Simenon’s ship, which was brandishing a French flag, instantly drew the suspicions of the local authorities as Wilhelmshaven was also a repository for rusting, dry-docked World War I submarines. As Pierre Assouline has described it, Simenon, who was oblivious to politics at that time, found himself in a tense political situation without knowing it: “The economic crisis had just broken out, and the country was governed by a coalition led by a Social Democratic chancellor. The leader of the National People’s Party had recently formed an alliance with Adolf Hitler. Within a few months the fall of the Müller government would seal the fate of the parliamentary republic.”4 Within moments of his mooring, the police helped him get supplies which they even carried on board his ship as though they were porters. Later, a plainclothes counterespionage agent came aboard and questioned him for two hours. After searching the ship thoroughly, the agent “discovered a typewriter and an easel, tried to decipher one of Simenon’s novels as though cracking a secret code,”5 before bringing him to Police Headquarters. As Simenon has recounted in his Intimate Memoirs, the German police officers were particularly alarmed by his correspondence with his editors at Détective :
“Why did you come in to Wilhelmshaven? Since the end of the war not a single French boat has put in here.”I kept trying to make sense out of the questions he threw at me, often unexpectedly, since he kept craftily switching the subject.
“And how does it happen that you receive telegrams that are signed ‘Detective’?”
This one spoke French well, in spite of his accent. He had probably been part of the occupation forces.
“Are you a detective?”
“No. That’s a weekly that publishes crime stories.”
“Then, are you a policeman?”
“No, but I write stories about detectives.”
“Why?”
“Because I get orders for them.”
“In other words, you are carrying out orders?”
Although Simenon was nervous, and sweating profusely in fear of being arrested, he was summarily ordered by the Polizeipräsidium to sign a deposition and leave the country at once.