Gentley in Trees (Inspector George Gently, Book 21)
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aka Gently Through the Woods
This was no suicide, however it looked - too many people wanted Adrian Stoll dead. From an embarrassment of suspects, Gently had a very tangled tale to unravel.The unflappable Inspector George Gently has become a household name through the hit BBC TV series starring Martin Shaw. These are the original books on which the TV series was based, although the George Gently in Alan Hunter's whodunits is somewhat different to his TV counterpart. He is more calculating, more analytical, and his investigations are even more enthralling.
decade earlier. The main road now sliced through the north of the town, which put him at fault when he drove in. The industrial sector and the raw overspill estates had further encroached on the silent brecks: a more extensive urbation, though still wholly alien, still seeming at the frontiers of a hostile land. But the change was most subtle in the old town, which apparently hadn’t changed at all; where the same narrow, crooked, rather seedy streets spidered round the small market-place and the
here and there, and then we try it out on set, and fiddle around a bit more. Then I retire to put it together while Adrian gets on with the rehearsal.’ ‘That was in the morning?’ ‘Yah, the morning. After lunch I’ve nothing to do. Adrian is hung up with cameras and lighting, which maybe is going on all afternoon. So I fetched the car and blew, like just to get a change of scene, and came back around four, when Adrian was into the script again.’ ‘Where did you go?’ Webster mouthed a smoke ring.
seems to point in another direction altogether.’ Metfield did a tongue-swallow. ‘The pamphlet, sir . . . ?’ ‘Yes,’ Gently nodded. ‘Webster didn’t have to fetch it. He had it with him already; before his interview with Miss Walling. Before, you would have thought, he could know he would need it.’ Metfield opened and closed his mouth. ‘Perhaps that was coincidence. He might have carried one about just to show people.’ ‘It seems scarcely likely,’ Gently said. ‘When he wasn’t responsible even for
face at Keynes. ‘I’ve come to tell you this, Mack, and you’d best grab it. Your blue-eyed boy is, like, very disturbed, and needs to have someone holding his hand. I would have kept him at the flat, but that wasn’t sensible, so I gave him some advice and turned him loose. He is going to phone you, and when he does, the smart thing will be to get out there fast. Because he’s like to crash out, you comprehend? That phone call will maybe be the last.’ Jennifer Britton came slowly to her feet. She
fresh tracks of car tyres showed in leaf-mould beyond it. ‘Easy!’ Gently warned. ‘We want to catch him.’ ‘Oh, to hell with that!’ Keynes exclaimed. He raced forward into the underbrush, crashing through the bracken and elders. Gently went too, but holding back, trying to keep the scene under observation. They burst through the honeysuckle and mounted the bank. Below, in the dell, sat the red Hillman. ‘Oh, the devils, the devils!’ Keynes panted. Beside the Hillman stood a grey gas bottle. A