Used book – The Yellow Dog, Georges Simenon

Friday, November 7. Concarneau is deserted. The illuminated clock in the old town, visible above the ramparts, shows five to eleven.

It's high tide, and a southwesterly storm is causing the boats in the harbor to collide. The wind howls through the streets, occasionally sending bits of paper scudding across the ground.

On Quai de l'Aiguillon, there isn't a single light. Everything is closed. Everyone is asleep. Only the three windows of the Hôtel de l'Amiral, at the corner of the square and the quay, are still lit...