C cile is Dead

'The father of contemporary European detective fiction' Ann Cleeves Poor C cile! And yet she was still young. Maigret had seen her papers: barely twenty-eight years old. But it would be difficult to look more like an old maid, to move less gracefully, in spite of the care she took to be friendly and pleasant. Those black dresses that she must make for herself from bad paper patterns, that ridiculous green hat!In the dreary suburbs of Paris, the merciless greed of a seemingly respectable woman is unearthed by her long suffering niece, and Maigret discovers the far-reaching consequences of their actions.This novel has been published in a previous translation as Maigret and the Spinster.'Compelling, remorseless, brilliant' John Gray'A supreme writer . . . unforgettable vividness' Independent