Simenon's psychological portrait of a serial killer is compelling and creepy, with the things unsaid somehow worse than the things he shows - less is definitely more!
The Strangler is garotting older women, the hapless police have no clue, an anxious tailor suspects his neighbour but with no substantial evidence cannot claim the reward for information, and a young reporter's theorising incites the killer to write that he is not insane, that his ⬇️
Simenon's unfolding of the motives and character of the murderer are handled with an expertise to be expected of a master mystery writer 4.5 🎩 3mo