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 nose and especially the hat, that giddy, crimson bonnet perched on the top of her head with a bronze-green feather shaped like a blade stuck in it …
Felicie had given him more trouble than all the ‘hard’ men who had been put behind bars.
Maigret Gets Angry
All that was still unclear, for sure. Ernest Malik had been right when he had looked at Maigret with a smile that was a mixture of sarcasm and contempt. This wasn’t a case for him. He was out of his depth. This world was unfamiliar to him, and he had difficulty piecing it all together. Peacefully tending his garden in the countryside, Maigret is called upon to investigate a rich family with skeletons in their cupboard – and finds himself confronted by lies, snobbery and malice.
Maigret in New York
What was it about him that had struck Maigret so forcefully?…Little John had cold eyes!…Four or five times in his life, he had met people with cold eyes, those eyes that can stare at you without establishing any human contact.
Persuaded to sail to New York by a fearful young law student, Maigret finds himself drawn into the city’s underworld, and a wealthy businessman’s closely guarded past.
At what point in the day could the note have been slipped into his pocket, his left breast pocket?
It was an ordinary sheet of glazed squared paper, probably torn out of an exercise book. The words were written in pencil, in a regular handwriting that looked to him like a woman’s. For pity’s sake, ask to see the patient in room 15. When Inspector Maigret’s wife falls ill on their seaside holiday, a visit to the hospital leads him on an unexpected quest to find justice for a young girl.
Maigret’s Dead Man
That shoeless foot looked incongruous lying on the pavement next to another foot encased in a shoe made of black kid leather. It was naked, private…
It was Maigret who retrieved the other shoe which lay by the kerb six or seven metres away.’ A series of strange phone calls leads Inspector Maigret through the Paris streets towards a man out of his depth amid a network of merciless criminals.
Maigret’s First Case
The profession he had always yearned for did not actually exist … he imagined a cross between a doctor and a priest, a man capable of understanding another’s destiny at first glance.
The very first investigation by eager young police secretary Jules Maigret leads him to a wealthy Paris family’s dark secrets.
My Friend Maigret
‘The palm trees around the railway station were motionless, fixed in a Saharan sun . . . It really felt as if they were stepping into another world, and they were embarrassed to be entering it in the dark clothes that had been suited to the rainy streets of Paris the evening before.’
An officer from Scotland Yard is studying Maigret’s methods when a call from an island off the Cote d’Azure sends the two men off to an isolated community to investigate its eccentric inhabitants.
Maigret at the Coroner’s
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 incapable of figuring out anything …well, Maigret happened to believe that men and their passions are the same everywhere.
Maigret is touring the United States to observe American policing methods, when a visit to a coroner’s inquest in Arizona draws him into the tragic story of a young woman and five airmen in the desert.
Maigret and the Old Lady
‘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 than the September sky over the sea and still had an expression of surprise, of wonderment’
When a charming elderly widow appeals to him for help, Inspector Maigret travels to a seaside village in Normandy – uncovering a lost fortune and some poisonous family politics.
Madame Maigret’s Friend
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 dining room, where the table had not been laid, and at last saw Madame Maigret, in her slip, busy taking off her stockings. This was so unlike her that he could find nothing to say, and when she saw him standing there wide-eyed, she burst out laughing.
Inspector Maigret’s wife turns sleuth after a strange encounter in a Paris square leads her on the trail of a woman in a white hat, and towards a grisly tale of deception and greed.
Maigret sets the record straight and tells the story of his own life, giving a rare glimpse into the mind of the great inspector – and the writer who would immortalise him.
‘I can still see Simenon coming into my office the next day, pleased with himself, displaying even more self-confidence, if possible, than before, but nevertheless with a touch of anxiety in his eyes …He trumpeted these last words as if they were a sensational discovery. ‘Making it seem truer than life, that’s the crux of it. Well, I’ve made you truer than life.’
Maigret at Picratt’s
A young cabaret dancer in a black silk dress leads Maigret into a seamy world of nightclubs, drug addiction and exploitation on the streets of Montmartre.
‘He opened the door for her and watched her walk away down the huge corridor, then hesitate at the top of the stairs. Heads turned as she passed. You sensed she came from a different world, the world of the night, and there was something almost indecent about her in the harsh light of a winter’s day’