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

'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...

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...

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...

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

Maigret...

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