Someone accuses him of dragging his feet with the investigation, someone else says the police have arrested the wrong man, another refuses to answer questions…
Inspector Maigret simply shrugs his shoulders and moves on like nothing matters anyway. He’ll solve the crime soon enough. #MaigretIsNotBotheredDotCom.
It’s a great state of mind for a noir detective to be in, one that makes for fun reading, too.
The Yellow Dog, translated from the French by Linda Asher, is set in the working sea-side town of Concarneau which has seen better days. I think all of France has seen better days in Simenon’s Maigret novels. The action begins when a wine merchant is shot, probably accidentally as the killer must have been aiming at someone else when the merchant stepped in the way. Soon several of the towns most important citizens are threatened, one nearly poisoned, another shot at.
Maigret finds two witnesses/suspects who were present at several incidents: an aging waitress and a yellow dog. Both are connected to a former resident of Concarneau who has been seen in France after serving time in an American prison.
At 134 pages, The Yellow Dog, is the perfect diversion for a rainy afternoon. Simenon delivers, like he always does, a tight, satisfying plot with few diversions. A puzzle of a crime solved by a master detective who simply cannot be bothered.