Eyes half-closed, head tilted against the back of his seat, he seemed not to be thinking, as the plane flew over a thick carpet of bright clouds.
Simenon was unequalled at making us look inside, though the ability was masked by his brilliance at absorbing us obsessively in his stories\' Guardian. . .
In reality, he was making an effort to bring names and shadowy figures to life, names and figures that even this morning had been as unknown to him as the inhabitants of another planet.
The attempted suicide of a countess and the death of a billionaire in the same luxury Paris hotel send Maigret to the Riviera and then to Switzerland, as he searches for the truth amid the glittering world of the super-rich.
This novel has been published in a previous translation as Maigret and the Millionaires.\'One of the greatest writers of the twentieth century .
Eyes half-closed, head tilted against the back of his seat, he seemed not to be thinking, as the plane flew over a thick carpet of bright clouds
