‘One of the great psychological novelists of this century’ Independent
They ran into cloud cover as they approached the French coast and flew up above it. Through a break in the clouds a little later, Maigret caught a lucky glimpse of the sea, sparkling as if covered in silvery scales, and fishing-boats trailing a wake of foam.
His neighbour leaned across amicably to point out the white cliffs, explaining:
‘That’s Dover …’
When Maigret’s prized gun goes missing, he must travel to London on the trail of a troubled young man on the run.
‘One of the greatest writers of the twentieth century . . . Simenon was unequalled at making us look inside, though the ability was masked by his brilliance at absorbing us obsessively in his stories’ Guardian
‘A supreme writer . . . unforgettable vividness’ Independent
