Madman of Bergerac

''The father of contemporary European detective fiction'' Ann Cleeves

He recalled his travelling companion''s agitated sleep - was it really sleep? - his sighs, and his sobbing. Then the two dangling legs, the patent-leather shoes and hand-knitted socks . . . An insipid face. Glazed eyes. And Maigret was not surprised to see a grey beard eating into his cheeks.

A distressed passenger leaps off a...