Maigret had never been so pale in all his life"" . . . or possibly neither have his adventures, as the Chief Superintendent invades his old Montmartre territory to interview seedy-to-respectable suspects in the murder of a night club owner of spotless reputation. Along the way Maigret's good name is impugned -- and the translation worsens: ""(The doctor) had recommended him to watch his liver."" Skip it.