By Per Wahlöö
The lovely 8th installment within the Martin Beck secret sequence via Maj Sjöwall and consistent with Wahlöö is a masterful tackle a vintage locked room mystery.
A younger blonde in sun shades robs a financial institution and kills a hapless citizen. throughout city, a corpse with a bullet shot via its middle is located in a locked room–with no gun on the scene. The crimes appear disparate, yet to Martin Beck they're items of a similar puzzle, and fixing it turns into the single approach he can get away the trials of his failed marriage and the lingering results of a near-fatal bullet wound. Exploring the ramifications of egotism and mind, success and coincidence, this journey de strength of detection bears the unmistakable substance and gravity of actual existence.
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You idea you would supply Svärd a true fright If worst got here to worst you would kill him. ' 'I did not a lot care which. yet he used to be demanding to get at. So i presumed up an easy manner of doing it. after all you understand which means I suggest? ' 'You suggestion you'll shoot him via his window, both while he opened it to air the flat otherwise as he closed it' 'There you're, you notice! these have been the single occasions he confirmed himself. and that i discovered an awesome spot. evidently you recognize the place. ' Martin Beck nodded. 'I can simply think it. there is just one position if one does not are looking to pass into the home. The slope as much as the park at the different part of the road. Svärd opened his window at 9 each night and close it at ten. So I went there to place a bullet into the previous man' 'Which day? ' 'Monday the 17th. I did it rather than going to the financial institution, because it have been. Ten within the night. Now the spooky stuff starts off. you do not think me? Hell, i cannot end up it. yet first enable me check out whatever. D'you comprehend what i presumed i would do him in with? ' 'Yes. A forty-five computerized - Llama 9-A. ' Mauritzon positioned his head in his fingers and acknowledged: 'You're during this conspiracy too. that is anything, so far as I see, that you simply could not in all probability understand. but you do. it truly is uncanny. ' 'So that the shot would not allure people's realization, you set a silencer on it' Mauritzon nodded, surprised. 'I imagine you made it your self. the standard style, that may basically be used as soon as. ' ‘Yeah, yeah, that is right,' stated Mauritzon. 'That's correct, that is correct, that is correct yet now you inform me what occurred. ' ‘You begin,' stated Martin Beck. 'And i'm going to clarify the remainder' 'Well, I went there. Drove there in my very own vehicle. It was once darkish. no longer a soul approximately contained in the flat the sunshine used to be out. The window used to be open. The blind down. I took up my place at the slope. After a couple of minutes I checked out my watch: 9:58. every little thing seems accurately as i might imagined. The goddam outdated bastard pushes the blind apart, seems within the window, and that i count on he notion he'd shut it. because it occurred, although, I nonetheless hadn't particularly made up my brain. yet i assume you recognize that' 'You hadn't made up your brain even if you'll kill Svärd or simply warn him with a shot within the arm or even within the window body. ' 'Self-evident' acknowledged Mauritzon in melancholy. 'That you recognize that, too, is self-evident in the end, those are only issues i assumed to myself and that have been by no means wherever other than within right here. ' He thumped his knuckles opposed to his brow. 'But in a flash you are making up your brain. ' 'Yeah. Seeing him status there i believe to myself it truly is simply to boot to place an finish to him as soon as and for all. So I fireplace. ' He fell silent. 'What occurred? ' 'Well, what occurred then? i do not be aware of. it kind of feels very unlikely that i'll have neglected, even though in the beginning i assumed so. He disappears, and to me it seems as if the window is being close. quickly as should be. The blind's striking down. every little thing seems to be because it often does. ' 'What did you do then? ' 'I drove domestic. What the hell else may perhaps I do? Then, daily, i glance on the newspapers; yet there is not anything in them.