But how. What was the woman doing here. Collect this and other novels in the Inspector Maigret series, now available in thrilling new English translations. In a stable, wearing pearl earrings, her stylish bracelet and white buckskin shoes. The two carters had not woken up. If the whip had not been mislaid, it was likely the body might not have been discovered for a couple of weeks or a month, by chance when someone turned over the straw. She must have been alive when she got there because the crime had been committed after ten in the evening. And other carters passing through would have snored the night away next to a womans corpse. And why. These questions lead Maigret into an unfamiliar world of canals, with its run down cafes, shadowy towpaths, and eccentric inhabitants? She had not screamed. And no one had heard a thing.