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Maigret And The Man On The Bench

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Number 41 in a series of 75.  Maigret is on the trail of a murderer who, until the last minute was a man that spent a lot of time sitting on benches outside shops, observing the comings and goings.  The prose is superb, characters believable and a plot that keeps the reader guessing until the end.  Along the way there are some unexpected revelations.

 

This is a short book, some 184 pages, but worth the read.

 

Highly recommended.

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