'Maigret had questioned thousands, tens of thousands of people in the course of his career, some occupying important positions,...

While at this time the previous day he had never heard of the Martons, the train set specialist was beginning to haunt his...

Maigret plunges into the murky Parisian underworld in book twenty-nine of the new Penguin Maigret series.

'That shoeless foot...

'You're a good soul, inspector, and when you're up against the second-rate criminals you get here in Paris, you're a crack...

'Maigret looked at him in some confusion, wondering if he waas dealing with a skilful actor or, on the contrary, with a sickly...

Standing here at the window in the middle of the morning, vaguely observing the comings and goings in the street, he had a...

For the first time in his career Inspector Maigret receives written summons to the Prefect's office where he learns that he has...

Maigret is called to the home of professional gambler, Felix Nahour, who has been found shot dead by his chambermaid. Maigret is...

'Once alone in his office, he went over and opened the window as if being in charge of this case made him gasp for a breath of...

'Leaning on the banisters, Madame Maigret watched her husband going heavily downstairs . . . what the newspapers didn't know was...

In his mind's eye he would see that slim figure in the striking clothes, those wide eyes the colour of forget-me-not, the pert...

Eyes half-closed, head tilted against the back of his seat, he seemed not to be thinking, as the plane flew over a thick carpet...

They suddenly found themselves in an impersonal world, where everyday words no longer seemed to mean anything, where the most...

The profession he had always yearned for did not actually exist ... he imagined a cross between a doctor and a priest, a man...

'High up in Montmartre, there was a festive atmosphere, people were crowding round the little tables where rose wine was being...

When he got to his door, he was surprised not to hear any noise in the kitchen and not to smell any food. He went in, crossed the...

'Florentin pulled one of those faces which had once amused his classmates so much and disarmed the teachers . . .

Maigret...

'He had realized that it was her eyes as much as her vivacity that made her look so young. They were of a blue that was paler...

The FBI man was convinced, in short, that Maigret was a big shot in his own country but that here, in the United States, he was...

Maigret wouldn't have admitted that what intrigued him most was the victim's face. All he had seen of it so far was one profile....

'He was wearing a dark suit, a beige raincoat and on his feet, which were twisted at an odd angle, he wore yellow-brown shoes,...

Poor Cecile! And yet she was still young. Maigret had seen her papers: barely twenty-eight years old. But it would be difficult...

She wasn't an ordinary supplicant. She didn't lower her eyes. There was nothing humble about her bearing. She spoke frankly,...