Night at the Crossroads

Compelling, remorseless, brilliant John Gray

She came forward, the outlines of her figure blurred in the half-light. She came forward like a film star, or rather like the ideal woman in an adolescents dream. I gather you wish to talk to me, Inspector . . . but first of all please sit down . . . Her accent was more pronounced than Carls. Her voice sang, dropping on the last syllable of the longer words.

Maigret has been interrogating Carl Andersen for seventeen hours without a confession. Hes either innocent or a very good liar. So why was the body of a diamond merchant found at his isolated mansion? Why is his sister always shut away in her room? And why does everyone at Three Widows Crossroads have something to hide?

This novel has been published in previous translations as Maigret at the Crossroads and The Crossroad Murders.

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 storiesGuardian

A supreme writer . . . unforgettable vividnessIndependent