Penguin Crime.

Le Carre's second book and the only one that is a standard mystery set in a public school, rather than a story of espionage. George Smiley is again the main character.

First published as Le Pendu de St Pholien, this early Simenon records how Maigret unwittingly drove a little man to suicide. You'd have said that Louis Jeunet was a down-at-heel layabout, but he was packeting up over 30,000 francs when Maigret first spotted him in Brussels. When he posted the money, unregistered, as 'Printed Matter', Maigret followed him for fun. He took a train for the north. At the German frontier Maigret switched suitcases, in a spirit of idle curiosity, but when Jeunet discovered his loss at Bremen he took out a gun and shot himself, and Maigret was left to cope with his own culpability. His subsequent inquiries provoked two attempts on his life and eventually led to Liege, Simenon's birthplace, where in a crazy slum he taps the source of a macabre story which is reminiscent of Francois Villon.

The cross-channel steamer Chichester suddenly stopped half way to France. Right in her course lay a yacht, motionless and apparently crewless. A boat was lowered and drew along side the derelict, while a party from the Chichester climbed aboard. On the deck was a trail of blood and at its end the body of a man. Down below, in a wildly disordered cabin, lay another man with a bullet hole in his forehead; and not a living soul was aboard. Mackintosh, the Chichester's third officer, and two men navigated the Nymph back to Newhaven, where Chief Constable Turnbull took charge. But there was more in this baffling mystery than he cared to tackle. Fortunately, like every one who has met him, Turnbull remembered Inspector French. He took the mystery to him. Needless to say, French solved it; and in what brilliant manner every experienced reader of detective fiction must already anticipate. Mystery in the Channel more than justifies our confidence in the Inspector, and in his creator, Freeman Wills Crofts.

I am still uncertain which surprised me more, the telegram calling my attention to the advertisement, or the advertisement itself. The telegram is before me as I write. It would appear to have been handed in at Vere Street at eight o'clock in the morning of May 11, 1897, and received before half-past at Holloway B.O. And in that drab region it duly found me, unwashen but at work before the day grew hot and my attic insupportable.

Inspector French # 4 Off the coast of Burry Port in south Wales, two fishermen discover a shipping crate and manage to haul it ashore. Inside is the decomposing body of a brutally murdered man. With nothing to indicate who he is or where it came from, the local police decide to call in Scotland Yard. Fortunately Inspector Joseph French does not believe in insoluble cases -- there are always clues to be found if you know what to look for. Testing his theories with his accustomed thoroughness, French's ingenuity sets him off on another investigation. - Back cover.

A classic among Simenons, this is the story of Maigret's night vigil at the Three Widows' Crossroads, where the body of a Jewish diamond-merchant had been found. Pompous M. Michonnet, at one house, owned the car containing the corpse; aristocratic Carl Andersen, the Dane, owned the garage containing the car; and vulgar M. Oscar, at the service-station, simply sold petrol to all-comers. None of them knew a thing. Then the victim's widow is shot dead at Maigret's feet, and he plunges into action to uncover a tight little criminal web with a woman at the center of it.