One of Simenon's short Maigret-on-the-road novels in which the Superintendent of the Paris Judiciary Police is dispatched to Antibes to discreetly investigate the murder of an Australian who has had connections to the French Intelligence Agency but who has been more recently living the life of a social dropout i.e. women, booze and relaxation in the sun. Maigret, also finds himself succumbing to the languid southern climate and finds it hard to concentrate on the crime. Eventually, however, he finds that he is dealing with four women who were in orbit around the murder victim, but who had no obvious motives for killing him. As is often the case in Simenon stories, the basest of human motives proves to be the reason for the crime--in this case, one of passion.
This short tale is loaded with red (and pink) herrings, moving pretty slowly toward denouement. The author's narrative is as evocative of place as always, and the reader really gets the feel of the Cote d'Azur and its seductive and corrosive effect on ambition and energy. At the same time, it's very fuzzy on time period--written in 1940, but some references don't match the date clearly. The later translation may have been purposely updated. Perhaps not the strongest of Simeon's many Maigret books, but entertaining enough.