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176 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1940
Maigret switched on the lights, took off his coat and hat, and refilled the stove. Then he began pacing up and down the room, and, as he did so, a faint flicker of anxiety crossed his face from time to time. He paced back and forth, his glance resting on this object or that; he moved things about, smoked, and grumbled, and generally behaved as if he were waiting for something which eluded him.It was that inspiration, that sense of well-being, that is this detective's modus operandi: Simenon's books are not tales of ratiocination, but of a very French sense of muddling through a forest of unrelated details until a picture emerges that leads to a solution.
And that something was inspiration, though he preferred to call it a sense of well-being.