Felicie

Maigret meets his match in the alluring form of Felicie. In his mind's eye he would see that slim figure in the striking clothes, those wide eyes the colour of forget-me-not, the pert nose and especially the hat, that giddy, crimson bonnet perched on the top of her head with a bronze-green feather shaped like a blade stuck in it. . ''Compelling, remorseless, brilliant'' John Gray In his mind''s eye he would see that slim figure in the striking clothes, those wide eyes the colour of forget-me-not, the pert nose and especially the hat, that giddy, crimson bonnet perched on the top of her head with a bronze-green feather shaped like a blade stuck in it . . Félicie had given him more trouble than all the ''hard'' men who had been put behind bars. This novel has been published in a previous translation as Maigret and the Toy Village. ''One of the greatest writers of the twentieth century'' Guardian ''A supreme writer . . unforgettable vividness'' Independent