“A writer as comfortable with reality as with fiction, with passion as with reason.” —John Le Carré
Maigret dismantles an intricate network of lies stretching from Paris to Nice in this page-turning mystery
“Mechanically, he had put his pince-nez down on the blotter and looked at it there with his large, short-sighted eyes. It is at that moment that the strange thing happens. One of the lenses, acting as a mirror, reflected the criss-cross, hatched ink marks which had dried on the blotter and he could just make out a couple of words.”
When a fortune-teller is found murdered in her apartment, Maigret must find out not only who commited the crime, but why it was predicted in a note found earlier—signed by the unknown Picpus.
