Judge's House
''Compelling, remorseless, brilliant'' John Gray
He went out, lit his pipe and walked slowly to the harbour. He could hear scurrying footsteps behind him. The sea was becoming swollen. The beams of the lighthouses joined in the sky. The moon had just risen and the judge''s house emerged from the darkness, all white, a crude, livid, unreal white.
Exiled from the Police Judiciare in Paris, Maigret ...
''Compelling, remorseless, brilliant'' John Gray
He went out, lit his pipe and walked slowly to the harbour. He could hear scurrying footsteps behind him. The sea was becoming swollen. The beams of the lighthouses joined in the sky. The moon had just risen and the judge''s house emerged from the darkness, all white, a crude, livid, unreal white.
Exiled from the Police Judiciare in Paris, Maigret ...
