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The inspiration for ITV's feature-length adaptation starring Rowan Atkinson. 'High up in Montmartre, there was a festive atmosphere, people were crowding round the little tables where rose wine was being served...Yet a hundred metres further on, the little alleyways were deserted, and the killer might find it easy to pounce'. When someone starts killing women on the streets of Montmartre, Inspector Maigret - with his pipe, bowler hat and laconic manner - finds himself confounded. In the sweltering Paris summer heat, with the city in a state of siege, Maigret hatches a plan to lure the murderer out...Penguin is publishing the entire series of Maigret novels in new translations. "The most addictive of writers"

Exiled from Paris, Maigret discovers some disturbing secrets in a sleepy coastal town, the twenty-second novel in the new Penguin Maigret series.A short, sprightly man appeared in the doorway, looked left and right, and went back into the passage. A moment later, the improbable happened. The little man reappeared, bent over, clinging to a long mass that he now started dragging through the mud. It must have been heavy. After four meters, he stopped to catch his breath. The front door of the house had been left open. The sea was still twenty or thirty meters away.Maigret has been exiled from Paris to a remote province, having offended his superiors. Out of his element, he is bored until a murder case arrives.

Imperious, clever, mysterious: Maigret meets his match in the alluring form of Felicie in book twenty-five of the new Penguin Maigret series, 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. Penguin is publishing the entire series of Maigret novels in new translations. This novel has been published in a previous translation as Maigret and the Toy Village. 'Compelling, remorseless, brilliant' John Gray '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 Georges Simenon was born in Liege, Belgium, in 1903. Best known in Britain as the author of the Maigret books, his prolific output of over 400 novels and short stories have made him a household name in continental Europe. He died in 1989 in Lausanne, Switzerland, where he had lived for the latter part of his life.

Maigret is cajoled out of retirement by a case involving an old classmate in book twenty-six of the new Penguin Maigret series. 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. Penguin is publishing the entire series of Maigret novels in new translations. This novel has been published in a previous translation as Maigret in Retirement. "His artistry is supreme." (John Banville). "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).

This is a new translation of Georges Simenon's novel set in claustraphobic provincial town, book eighteen in the new Penguin Maigret series. Cars drove past along with the trucks and trams, but by now Maigret had realised that they were not important. Whatever roared by like this along the road was not part of the landscape...What really counted was the lock, the hooting of the tugs, the stone crusher, the barges and the cranes, the two pilots' bars and especially the tall house where he could make out Ducrau's red chair framed by a window. Penguin is publishing the entire series of Maigret novels in new translations. This novel has been published in a previous translation as The Lock at Charenton. "Compelling, remorseless, brilliant." (John Gray). "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). Georges Simenon was born in Liege, Belgium, in 1903. Best known in Britain as the author of the Maigret books, his prolific output of over 400 novels and short stories have made him a household name in continental Europe. He died in 1989 in Lausanne, Switzerland, where he had lived for the latter part of his life.

Maigret's first impressions of the USA colour this sparkling new translation, book twenty-seven of the new Penguin Maigret series. 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. Penguin is publishing the entire series of Maigret novels in new translations. "Compelling, remorseless, brilliant." (John Gray). "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).

Esta serie de 13 novelas policíacas fueron escritas en la villa Agnès à La Rochelle (Charente-Maritime), en Mayo de 1938. Georges Simenon (1903-1989) de carácter excesivo, escritor de genio, padre de

Llas investigaciones del famoso inspector Maigret... ¿Cuántas de estas mismas personas, una mañana como ésta, se han apresurado, cuello alto y un sombrero, por las escaleras de la Agencia O? En el rellano, la chica marca una pausa y toma un espejo de su bolso. Pero no se trata de un cambio de imagen. En cambio se ve en su rostro una expresion torna aun mas angustiada

When a self-made man appeals to Maigret for protection at his lavish home, a years-old grudge from the past resurfaces and the inspector finds himself questioning his own motives.Conflict rather than harmony probably reigned in eight out of ten of the still magnificent houses that surrounded the park. But he had rarely had the opportunity to breath such a strained atmosphere as the one between these walls. Everything seemed fake, grating, starting with the lodge of the concierge-cum-manservant, who was neither a concierge nor a manservant, despite his striped waistcoat, but a former poacher, a murderer turned guard dog.Penguin is publishing the entire series of Maigret novels in new translations.'His artistry is supreme' John Banville'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

Maigret struggles to crack a victim''''s uncooperative family to uncover the truth behind his murder in book fifty-three of the series.It was as if suddenly, long ago, life had stopped here, not the life of the man lying on the bed but the life of the house, the life of its world, and even the factory chimney that could be seen through the curtains looked obsolete and absurd.A once-wealthy family closes ranks when one of their own is shot, leaving Maigret - along with a troublesome new magistrate - to pick his way through their secrets.