''One of the great psychological novelists of this century'' Independent They ran into cloud cover as they approached the French coast and flew up above it. Through a break in the clouds a little later, Maigret caught a lucky glimpse of the sea, sparkling as if covered in silvery scales, and fishing-boats trailing a wake of foam. His neighbour leaned across amicably to point out the white cliffs, explaining: ''That''s Dover ...'' When Maigret''s prized gun goes missing, he must travel to London on the trail of a troubled young man on the run. ''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
