In the house of Lala Varde, a vast man of even greater influence, an attack has taken place. Varde's secretary, Mr Perfect, has been struck on his invaluable business head. And try as Inspector Ghote might to remain conscientious and methodical, his investigation is beset on all sides by cunning, disdain and corruption. And then there's the impossible theft of a single rupee to be dealt with . . . The Perfect Murder introduced Inspector Ghote: Bombay CID's most dutiful officer, and one of the greatest, most engaging creations in all detective fiction.
Es sieht zunächst ganz harmlos aus: Inspector Ghote soll nach Kalkutta reisen, dort einen Meisterverbrecher in Empfang nehmen und ihn nach Bombay eskortieren. Aber weil Ghote die Gelegenheit nutzen und aus der Reise einen Kurzurlaub machen will, nimmt er den Zug. Das hätte er besser nicht getan... (Quelle: Buchdeckel verso).
What had until recently been a police sergeant is now lying at Ghote's feet bleeding its last. An accident it may have been, but Ghote saw exactly what happened, and it's his duty to arrest the killer. Isn't it? Or can the inspector better serve his beloved police force by disposing of the body, by concealing a crime? And if he does, will he manage to keep his terrible secret? As an Inquiry begins beneath the first torrents of monsoon rain - will he even want to?
Mysteriöse Todesfälle im exotischen Laos – Dr. Siris 2. Fall Für Dr. Siri, den einzigen Leichenbeschauer von ganz Laos, bringt der Frühling in Laos nicht nur große Hitze, sondern auch seltsame Todesfälle: Ein Bär ist aus dem Käfig eines Nobelhotels entwischt und scheint nun die Straßen von Vientiane unsicher zu machen. Denn wer oder was sonst sollte die Obstverkäuferin getötet haben, die offenbar von einer mit Klauen und Zähnen bewehrten Kreatur zerfleischt wurde? Und sie bleibt nicht das einzige Opfer. Bald werden weitere Frauen mit ähnlichen Wunden aufgefunden und zu Dr. Siri gebracht. Gleichzeitig geben ihm zwei tote Männer Rätsel auf, die auf einem vollständig verbeulten Fahrrad mitten in der Hauptstadt gefunden wurden. Mit Hilfe seiner beiden Angestellten – des unter einem leichten Down-Syndrom leidenden Mr. Geung und der zupackenden Krankenschwester Dtui – untersucht Siri die Todesfälle. Dabei bekommt er es mit einem abgesetzten König, einer Truppe russischer Zirkusartisten inklusive Dompteur und ein paar Holzpuppen mit einer riesigen Wut im Bauch zu tun ...
There are hundreds of satisfactory and satisfying British mystery writers whose works should be studied both for their own individual accomplishments and for their comments on the society in which they were published, in the last 150 years, but who have not received any critical comment lately. This volume is designed to correct that fault in a dozen of those unjustifiably neglected British authors: Wilkie Collins, A.E.W. Mason, G.K. Chesterton, H.C. Bailey, Anthony Berkeley Cox, Nicholas Blake, Michael Gilbert, Julian Symons, Dick Francis, Edmund Crispin, H.R.F. Keating, and Simon Brett.
In a small, provincial town in the heart of India, a politician's wife has done her husband's career a great service, by dying under suspicious circumstances. That the corpse and the trail have been cold for fifteen years hasn't saved Inspector Ghote of the Bombay CID from being sent to investigate. But what chance does he have when his chief suspect is so powerful, when the whole district is against him, and when a holy man is fasting to the death to protest his prying? But still the good inspector dutifully goes, carrying just the honour of his police force and a box of double-sized eggs . . .
Der erste Fall der "No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency"
Author: Alexander McCall Smith
Publisher: Bastei Lübbe (Bastei Verlag)
Mma Ramotswe und ihr Beruf sind einzigartig. In Afrika, am Rande der Kalahari in Botswana, betreibt sie die einzige Detektivagentur des Landes. Witz, subtile Menschenkenntnis, die atmosphärisch dichte Schilderung des Alltags in Botswana und wunderschöne Landschaftsbeschreibungen machen diese ungewöhnliche Detektivgeschichte zu einem höchst vergnüglichen Leseerlebnis.
Is there anything in this troubled world quite as comforting as a good old-fashioned murder? H.R.F. Keating, doyen of modern detective writers, has little doubt that there's nothing like a corpse in a vicarage or country house conservatory to soothe away the tensions of modern living. In Murder Must Appetite the creator of Inspector Ghote makes an affectionate return journey to the halcyon days of the detective story when Hercule Poirot and Lord Peter Wimsey were young and a touch of arsenic was still the ultimate deterrent. Apart from old friends like Dorothy L. Sayers and Agatha Christie, we meet the less well remembered pioneers of detective fiction, including E.C.R. Lorac (alias for Edith Caroline Rivett) and her bookworm hero Inspector Macdonald; E.R. Punshon and his water swilling Chief Constable: not to mention Beatrice Lestrange Bradley, Gladys Mitchell's 'cacklingly reptilian psychiatric adviser to the Home Office' and many others. H.R.F. Keating's unashamed nostalgia is blended with the critical eye of a master of the detective fiction craft. In fact, Mr. Keating is uniquely equipped to act as guide and philosopher on this enthralling tour of Britain's rich heritage of fictional murder. No self-respecting escapist reader should fail to climb aboard.
Inspector Ghote comes to London ... The Indian police inspector is to attend an international conference on drug smuggling; and in cold, drizzling London he is faced with his first case outside India. It's a very odd case. The girl, Ranee, niece of relatives of Ghote who live in London, has vanished - kidnapped, murdered, so her relatives allege, by a notorious pop singer. And Ghote is hounded by the relatives in trying to find Ranee - known for her brilliance as The Peacock.
Some crooks have tried to snatch the plump son of a business tycoon, and have accidentally made off with his playmate instead. But they're not changing their plan: a payment is to be delivered to them or a small corpse is to be delivered to Inspector Ghote. But what kind of ransom can a mere tailor's boy demand? And, as something more unpleasant than just a ransom note arrives from the kidnappers, are the police helping keep the boy in one piece?
Newly-promoted Inspector Ghote is thrilled to be granted casual leave until he takes up his spend time with his pregnant wife, who is desperate to watch a showing of Hamlet at the cinema. their plans are ruined, however, since Sir Rustom Engineer requires Ghote to investigate the suicide of his firend's wife.