Maigret Takes a Room
When one of his best inspectors is shot, Maigret decides to book himself into Mademoiselle Clement’s well-kept Paris boarding house nearby in order to find the culprit.
‘What he thought he had discovered, in place of the joyful candour that she usually displayed, was an irony which was neither less cheerful nor less childish, but which troubled him …He wondered now if his exultation wasn’t down to the fact that she was playing a part, not just to deceive him, not just to hide something from him, but for the pleasure of acting a part’
Maigret and the Tall Woman
A visit from the tall, thin woman he arrested many years ago – now married to a hapless burglar – leads Maigret on a tortuous investigation in which he struggles with a formidable suspect.
‘When he had set them to work, Maigret had had a merry, almost fierce glint in his eye. He had set them loose on the house like a pack of hounds on the trail of a scent, encouraging them not with his voice, but by his whole attitude …would events have played out in the same manner, if the man from Rue de la Ferme hadn’t been a heavyweight like him, both physically and psychologically?’
Maigret, Lognon and the Gangsters
‘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 policeman. But this business isn’t for you. These guys play rough and they may hurt you. Just drop it! What concern is it of yours, anyway?’
In book thirty-nine of the new Penguin Maigret, the Inspector learns that his hapless colleague Lognon is being menaced by some notorious American mobsters, and he makes it his mission to bring them to justice – despite threatening warnings that he is out of his depth.
The most exasperating of all was the head clerk at reception, in his elegant morning coat and stiff collar, which was not wilting with a drop of perspiration. He was treating Maigret in a cordial way, or possibly feeling sorry for him, as from time to time he flashed him a smile, intended to be both complicit and encouraging.
Maigret and the Man on the Bench
When Maigret discovers an unexpectedly flamboyant detail about an otherwise unremarkable man, the inspector is determined to uncover what lies beneath the stuffy appearance of his Parisian household.
Maigret is Afraid
‘This was natural. It is the same everywhere. Rarely, however, had Maigret had such a strong sense of a clique. In a small town like this, of course there are the worthies, who are few and who inevitably meet each other several times a day, even if it is only in the street. Then there are the others, like those who stood huddled on the sidelines looking disgruntled.’
In book forty-three Maigret’s fascination with a charismatic brain surgeon nearly blinds him to the truth at the heart of a case involving a mysterious young woman in a luxury Paris apartment block.
‘Maigret had questioned thousands, tens of thousands of people in the course of his career, some occupying important positions, others who were more famous for their wealth, and others still who were considered the most intelligent of international criminals. Yet he attached an importance to this interrogation he had attached to no previous interrogation, and it wasn’t Gouin’s social position that overawed him, or his worldwide fame.’
Maigret goes to School
When a school teacher from a small coastal town near La Rochelle asks Maigret to help prove he is innocent of murder, the Inspector returns with him to his insular community and finds the residents closing ranks to conceal the truth.
‘What was he doing there? A hundred times, in the middle of an investigation, he’d had the same feeling of helplessness or, rather, futility. He would find himself abruptly plunged into the lives of people he had never met before, and his job was to discover their most intimate secrets. This time, as it happened, it wasn’t even his job. He was the one who had chosen to come, because a teacher had waited for him for hours in the Purgatory at the Police Judiciaire.’
Maigret and the Dead Girl
Maigret and his fellow inspector Lognon find themselves trying to out-manoeuver each other when they investigate the case of a mysterious young woman whose new life in Paris is tragically cut short.
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. Was it the bruises that gave her that sullen air? She looked like a bad-tempered little girl. Her combed-back brown hair was very smooth but naturally wavy. The rain had diluted her make-up a little and, instead of making her older or uglier, it made her younger and more appealing.
Maigret and the Minister
In book forty-six of the new Penguin Maigret series, Maigret finds himself drawn into an unsavoury world of political corruption, scandal and cover ups when he is summoned to a clandestine meeting by a desperate government minister one evening.
‘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 fresh air… It made him feel almost fond of the petty thieves, maniacs, swindlers and offenders of all kinds that he usually had to deal with.’
Maigret and the Headless Corpse
When a man’s headless body is pulled from the Canal Saint Martin, Maigret and his colleagues are puzzled. In a chance encounter at a local cafe Maigret uncovers the truth behind this disturbing murder in an intriguing story of an estranged family, adulterous affairs and a secret inheritance.
Maigret Sets a Trap
Detective Chief Inspector Maigret is known for his infallible instinct, for getting at the truth no matter how complex the case, but when someone starts killing women on the streets of Montmartre, he finds himself confounded. Under increasing pressure, Maigret brings together officers from across the city in a trap that finally catches the murderer out…
‘It was 4 August. The windows were wide open but brought no relief, since they allowed in even more warm air, which seemed to be rising from the melting tarmac, the burning hot stonework, and even the Seine itself: one could imagine the river steaming like a pan of water on a stove.’