The Methods of Maigret ( PDFDrive )

freshly shaved, immaculate from head to foot, was standing in the corridor, his
face pressed to the window. The lavatory was as clean as if he had never used it
and there lurked a discreet smell of lavender.
Not yet sure if he was in a good temper or a bad one, Maigret grumbled as he
fumbled in his suitcase for his razor:
“Now we must be careful not to make a b——.”
Perhaps it was the impeccable correctness of Mr. Pyke that made him
coarse…