by Georges Simenon
It is four o'clock in the morning and out of the rain-slick cobbled streets of Montmartre appears a garishly dressed young woman. Her lipstick is smudged and her gait is unsteady, but there is no mistaking her extraordinary allure. At the police station in the rue de la Rochefoucauld she insists tha...
Translated by Baphne Woodville with Maurice Denham in the lead rĂ´le.A conversation overheard leads to death.