Maigret is fifty-two, due for retirement in three years. His career has hardly been uneventful, his cases have been spectacular and followed avidly by the press and the public; his name has become a household word. Three more years, and he can retire, honoured and respected, to fish and cultivate his garden. At least that is what anyone would have thought until the Superintendent received a very peremptory summons to the Chief Commissioner's office. What he heard there, though, was more than enough to destroy his career and his reputation: an accusation that he had picked up a young girl in a bar, asked her to go with him on the pretext that he was on the tracks of a criminal and she would see some excitement, got her drunk in a series of night-clubs, and finally taken her to a hotel, undressed her and only did not seduce her because he lost his nerve. A fantastic story, but not an easy one to disprove. There had indeed been a girl, who had appealed to Maigret for help; she had been drunk; and he had taken her to a hotel and undressed her, simply because she was ill and incapable of doing it herself. He had had the best of motives throughout but the girl's uncle was a man of influence, and it was her story which the Chief Commissioner believed.