Death Threats

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"Hello! Is that you, Maigret? Would you step into my office for a moment?"

The windows were open onto the Seine, for it was a splendid June. Maigret took advantage of the call to put an end to the confidences of a rather equivocal individual, who tried to have his more or less clandestine activities forgiven by coming each week to the Police Judiciaire to tell what he knew about his colleagues in Montmartre.

A few minutes later, the Chief Inspector pushed open the padded door of the office of the Director of the Criminal Investigation Department, and there too, the high windows were opened, giving a cheerful feeling to the place where all the crimes of Paris came to conclusion.

"Come in, Maigret. Let me present…"

The Chief Inspector had not yet seen the customer who was about to be introduced to him, but already, by the glance which had accompanied the first words of his chief, with whom he had already worked on the Bonnot affair, he realized that it would be a fairly banal business.

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