Gently Does It (Inspector George Gently, Book 1)
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The last thing you need when you're on holiday is to become involved in a murder. For most people, that would easily qualify as the holiday from hell. For George Gently, it is a case of business as usual. The Chief Inspector's quiet Easter break in Norchester is rudely interrupted when a local timber merchant is found dead. His son, with whom he had been seen arguing, immediately becomes the prime suspect, although Gently is far from convinced of his guilt. Norchester City Police gratefully accept Gently's offer to help investigate the murder, but he soon clashes with Inspector Hansom, the officer in charge of the case. Hansom's idea of conclusive evidence appals Gently almost as much as Gently's thorough, detailed, methodical style of investigation exasperates Hansom, who considers the murder to be a straightforward affair. Locking horns with the local law is a distraction Gently can do without when he's on the trail of a killer.
Jeff, the Son of Superman.’ ‘Do you often play in these old houses?’ ‘Mister, this is my headquarters. This is where I bring all my prisoners, after I’ve paralysed them with my magnetic ray.’ ‘Were you here on Saturday? Saturday afternoon?’ ‘Course I was. That was the day I caught Professor X and his Uranium Gang.’ Gently moved over, closer to the window. ‘Do you know who lives across there – over the warehouse?’ he asked. The little brow wrinkled itself ferociously. ‘Course I know. He’s my
it almost seemed that I must have done it myself. I felt as though I were … doomed.’ ‘Did it not occur to you that the best thing to do would be to come straight to the police?’ asked the super sternly. ‘But what would they think? What could they think? Everything was so much against me that I could hardly believe myself … The quarrel, that must have been heard by everyone in the house – perhaps other people; my relations with my father – my need of money – his intention of changing his will –
I did not know.’ ‘He says that you withdrew immediately he looked towards you. Why was that?’ ‘Oh … my father would have been angry … he might have come out to see who it was.’ ‘But surely there was no need to have hidden away from him – you might have smiled to him or greeted him with a few words from the landing and still have been in a position to withdraw if your father should have appeared?’ ‘I don’t know … I thought it was best not to see him.’ ‘Tell me what happened after that.’ ‘I
suggestion that you went out and got yourself alibis. Is that correct?’ ‘He said all … that?’ Gretchen stared at him incredulously. ‘That was the gist of it, though I’m not quite satisfied.’ She looked away from him, her hands beginning to clutch together. ‘I cannot understand … why should he tell you that?’ ‘Oh, there’s no mystery about why he told me. He’s rather thick with Susan these days and she told him how I’d been questioning you this morning … I gather she was listening at the door.
top … but it wasn’t going.’ ‘Did you see a racing car standing at the top – a real fast one, painted red?’ ‘One that could go a hundred miles an hour?’ ‘About that … maybe faster.’ ‘Oh yes, I saw that one, mister – it had got an aeroplane on the front – I blew the propeller round!’ A slow smile spread over Gently’s face and he felt in his pocket for his bag of peppermint creams. ‘Here,’ he said, ‘take the lot … but don’t eat them all tonight or you’ll have nightmares. There’s just one other