Watchers of Time
An Inspector Ian Rutledge Mystery
(Sprache: Englisch)
Ein Kriminalroman in bester englischer Tradition!
In einer kleinen Stadt in Norfolk ist ein Priester ermordet worden. Inspektor Ian Rutledge von Scotland Yard wird zur Aufklärung des Falles in diese vergessene Ecke Englands geschickt. Er begegnet einer...
In einer kleinen Stadt in Norfolk ist ein Priester ermordet worden. Inspektor Ian Rutledge von Scotland Yard wird zur Aufklärung des Falles in diese vergessene Ecke Englands geschickt. Er begegnet einer...
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Ein Kriminalroman in bester englischer Tradition!
In einer kleinen Stadt in Norfolk ist ein Priester ermordet worden. Inspektor Ian Rutledge von Scotland Yard wird zur Aufklärung des Falles in diese vergessene Ecke Englands geschickt. Er begegnet einer Mauer des Schweigens. Keiner ist bereit, über den Fall zu sprechen. Ein lähmendes und tödliches Geheimnis scheint über der Stadt zu liegen.
In einer kleinen Stadt in Norfolk ist ein Priester ermordet worden. Inspektor Ian Rutledge von Scotland Yard wird zur Aufklärung des Falles in diese vergessene Ecke Englands geschickt. Er begegnet einer Mauer des Schweigens. Keiner ist bereit, über den Fall zu sprechen. Ein lähmendes und tödliches Geheimnis scheint über der Stadt zu liegen.
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If anyone can turn a simple village mystery into a brooding Greek tragedy, it s Charles Todd. . . . Todd handles grave issues with great compassion The New York Times Book Review In a marshy Norfolk backwater, a priest is brutally murdered after giving a dying man last rites. For Scotland Yard s Ian Rutledge, an ex-officer still recovering from the trauma of war, it looks to be a simple case. Yet the Inspector finds himself uncovering secrets that the local authorities would prefer not to see explored. Rutledge pares away layers of deception to piece together a chain of events that stretches from the brooding marshes to one of the greatest sea disasters in history the sinking of the Titanic. Who is the mysterious woman who may have boarded that ship and who is the secretive woman who survived it? Only Rutledge can answer those questions . . . and prevent a killer who ll stop at nothing from striking again.
Praise for Watchers of Time
One of the best historical series being written today . . . In the grand tradition of English murder mysteries. The Washington Post Book World
With his tortured detective Ian Rutledge and the ghost who inhabits his mind . . . Charles Todd has swiftly become one of the most respected writers in the mystery genre. . . . The pair is unique among sleuths. The Denver Post
Outstanding. Todd s portrait of Rutledge and postwar England remains powerful. Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine
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CHAPTER 1SEPTEMBER 1919
Osterley Dr. Stephenson turned away from the bed where the dying man lay breathing so lightly the blanket over his thin chest barely stirred. His bony, restless fingers plucking at the edge of the wool were the only signs of life and awareness. Twice the young woman sitting on the bed beside him had tried to still them, covering them with her own, but her father s hand picked up the silent tattoo again, like a drummer remembering his place, as soon as she released it. He had already frayed an inch of the binding. She gave up and sat back, sighing.
His face was grooved by illness, and a stubble of beard emphasized the lines, like a rough landscape of suffering below the sun-weathered skin of forehead and nose. Shaggy gray eyebrows hung heavily over the sunken lids. Age weighed him down, but there was a certain strength there as well, as if life had made him fight for all he had, and he had not forgotten the battles.
Catching the eyes of the man s sons, who were standing on the far side of the bed, faces in shadows cast by the scarf draped over the lamp s shade, the doctor nodded toward the window across the room, out of earshot of the patient. The young woman looked up as they moved away, but stayed where she was. She didn t want to hear what was being whispered.
Another gust of wind swept the front of the house, and rain was driven heavily against the panes, rattling them. The storm had stalled, as they sometimes did here along the coast, reluctant to move inland and lose itself in the hilly terrain there. For three hours or more it had hovered over the village, flailing everyone and everything out in the open.
The older of the two brothers bent his head to catch the words as Stephenson said softly, He s moving comfortably and peacefully toward the end. There s nothing more I can do. But he might wish to have Mr. Sims here? And I should think your sister would be comforted as well.
Mr. Sims was the
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Vicar.
The younger brother answered, Yes. I ll go for him, then. He went quietly across the room to the door. The scarf that shaded the lamp by the bed riffled as he passed, and the light flashed once across his face. There were wet trails of tears on his cheeks.
His sister reached out and briefly took his rough hand.
The other brother sighed. He s had a long life, Pa has. But not that long. Sixty-four. We d thought he d be with us another five, ten years. His own father lived to just past eighty. And Uncle Tad s young for seventy-six. He shook his head.
Your uncle Thadeus has the constitution of an ox, Stephenson agreed. He may well outlive your grandfather s years. But your father s heart has given out, and his body must follow. He studied the grieving man s face, noting the deep lines of worry and sleeplessness. Hetty Baldwin, his housekeeper s daughter, was getting a good man in Martin Baker, the doctor told himself. Much like Herbert in character, God-fearing, with strong ties to his family and a fierce sense of duty. It was a sound match. Everything happens in God s own time, you know. Even this. And it s a kindness that he won t linger. He spoke the words as comfort, then nodded toward the bed. See if you can persuade Elly to rest a little. She s hardly stirred from his side since yesterday morning. We ll call her if there s any urgency. She will only wear herself into collapse, driving herself like this.
I ve tried, to no avail. Martin turned toward the window, lifting the curtain and pulling aside the shade a little to look out. Rain ran down the glass in rivulets, pushed against the house by the wind. A filthy night, he thought. A fitting night for death to
The younger brother answered, Yes. I ll go for him, then. He went quietly across the room to the door. The scarf that shaded the lamp by the bed riffled as he passed, and the light flashed once across his face. There were wet trails of tears on his cheeks.
His sister reached out and briefly took his rough hand.
The other brother sighed. He s had a long life, Pa has. But not that long. Sixty-four. We d thought he d be with us another five, ten years. His own father lived to just past eighty. And Uncle Tad s young for seventy-six. He shook his head.
Your uncle Thadeus has the constitution of an ox, Stephenson agreed. He may well outlive your grandfather s years. But your father s heart has given out, and his body must follow. He studied the grieving man s face, noting the deep lines of worry and sleeplessness. Hetty Baldwin, his housekeeper s daughter, was getting a good man in Martin Baker, the doctor told himself. Much like Herbert in character, God-fearing, with strong ties to his family and a fierce sense of duty. It was a sound match. Everything happens in God s own time, you know. Even this. And it s a kindness that he won t linger. He spoke the words as comfort, then nodded toward the bed. See if you can persuade Elly to rest a little. She s hardly stirred from his side since yesterday morning. We ll call her if there s any urgency. She will only wear herself into collapse, driving herself like this.
I ve tried, to no avail. Martin turned toward the window, lifting the curtain and pulling aside the shade a little to look out. Rain ran down the glass in rivulets, pushed against the house by the wind. A filthy night, he thought. A fitting night for death to
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Autoren-Porträt von Charles Todd
Charles Todd is the author of Legacy of the Dead, A Test of Wills, Wings of Fire, and Search the Dark. He lives on the East Coast, where he is at work on the next novel in the Inspector Ian Rutledge series, A Fearsome Doubt.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Charles Todd
- 2002, 448 Seiten, Maße: 10,6 x 17,2 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Bantam Books
- ISBN-10: 0553583166
- ISBN-13: 9780553583168
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
If anyone can turn a simple village mystery into a brooding Greek tragedy, it s Charles Todd. . . . Todd handles grave issues with great compassion The New York Times Book Review One of the best historical series being written today . . . In the grand tradition of English murder mysteries. The Washington Post Book World
With his tortured detective Ian Rutledge and the ghost who inhabits his mind . . . Charles Todd has swiftly become one of the most respected writers in the mystery genre. . . . The pair is unique among sleuths. The Denver Post
Outstanding. Todd s portrait of Rutledge and postwar England remains powerful. Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine
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