Another nice diverting read from the great man. I read recently that he had some astounding number of sexual partners during his life. Not sure what that tells us.

Maigret is approached by an elderly woman who thinks she is being followed and then ends up dead. As the case unfolds, it becomes clear that the murderer is the person who always looked the most likely suspect. One of the nice things about these books is that they are not whodunits. They are accounts of cases, with the atmosphere of Paris and Maigret’s foibles the main stars of the narrative.

This was a Hamish Hamilton edition, and I think the translator is different to the Penguins. The difference is detectable but not a problem.

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