Maigret Sets a Trap/Be a Good Boy/Birthday, Deathday [antikvár]

Chapter OneCommotion at the Quai des OrfevresFrom half past three on, Maigret raised his head every now and then to look at the time. At ten minutes to four he initialed the last page on which he had been making notes, pushed back his chair, mopped his forehead, and threw a hesitant glance at the five pipes lying in the ashtray, which he had smoked without bothering to knock them out afterward. His foot pressed a button on the floor under his desk, and there came a knock at the door. Mopping himself again with an outspread handkerchief, he growled:"Come ia!"It was Inspector Janvier; like the superintendent, he was in his shirt sleeves, but he still wore his tie, whereas Maigret had taken his off."Give this to be typed. Tell them to bring it to me to sign as soon as it's finished. Comeliau has to have it this evening."This was August 4th. All the windows were open, but that made the room no cooler, for they let in hot air which seemed to rise up out of the softened asphalt, the scorching stones, and the Seine itself, which one half expected to be steaming like water on a stove.The taxis and buses on the Pont Saint-Michel were going more