A Test of Wills: The First Inspector Ian Rutledge Mystery (Inspector Ian Rutledge Mysteries)

A Test of Wills: The First Inspector Ian Rutledge Mystery (Inspector Ian Rutledge Mysteries)

Charles Todd

Language: English

Pages: 320

ISBN: 0062091611

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

A Test of Wills: The First Inspector Ian Rutledge Mystery (Inspector Ian Rutledge Mysteries)

Charles Todd

Language: English

Pages: 320

ISBN: 0062091611

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


“Todd has written a first novel that speaks out, urgently and compassionately, for a long-dead generation….A meticulously wrought puzzle.”
—New York Times Book Review

“An intricately plotted mystery. With this remarkable debut, Charles Todd breaks new ground in the historical crime novel.”
—Peter Lovesey, author of The Circle

“You’re going to love Todd.”
—Stephen King, Entertainment Weekly

The first novel to feature war-damaged Scotland Yard inspector Ian Rutledge, A Test of Wills is the book that brought author Charles Todd into the spotlight. This Edgar® and Anthony Award-nominated, New York Times Notable mystery brilliantly evokes post-World War I Great Britain and introduces readers to one of crime fiction’s most compelling series protagonists. Here the shell-shocked Rutledge struggles to retain his fragile grip on sanity while investigating the death of a popular army colonel, murdered, it appears, by a decorated war hero with ties to the Royal Family. A phenomenal writer, a twisting puzzle, a character-rich re-creation of an extraordinary time and place…it all adds up to one exceptional read that will delight fans of Elizabeth George, Martha Grimes, Jacqueline Winspear, Ruth Rendell, and other masters of the British procedural.

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“Unless, of course, it might be just what he wanted,” she added thoughtfully. “In what way?” “He’s been everything from a conscientious objector to a roaring Bolshevik—whatever might stir up people, make them angry. But everyone has more or less grown used to his ranting. Sometimes I even forget he’s there. Laurence—Mr. Royston—always said it was the best way to take the wind out of his sails. But Charles felt that it might tip Mavers over the line, that being ignored was the one thing he

was one of those men who dominated with charm. To tell you the truth, Hugh used it as a weapon to have his own way. Sending you to the skies one minute, tearing your heart out the next. And although I was close to hating him at the end, it was too late, I’d lost the ability to trust. I’d have made a shrew of a wife for Mark Wilton! And he knew it.” The words were said lightly, with a smile, but there was pain behind them, in her eyes and in her voice. Rutledge heard it, but his mind was occupied

careless bastards who go through life leaving grief in their wake, never taking notice.” “Was she ever in love with her cousin?” He frowned. “I’ve wondered. Well, it was natural, I suppose, to wonder. But there was never anything to support speculation. She’s fond of him.” “What was Wilton planning to do after he married Lettice? Live here at Mallows?” “No, he has a home of his own in Somerset—I’ve seen it, a handsome house, good rich land.” “I can’t picture the Captain quietly growing

targets of his wrath; he poured them out in torrents, spilling over one another in a tangle. Rutledge began to move toward him, cutting across the churchyard, one eye on Mavers, the other on his feet among the damp, tilted tombstones. “You, with the feebleminded cousin, who ought to be shut away for her own good! And that artist, the one who took a German to her bed and reveled in it—that other one with the witch’s eyes, hiding in her bedchamber, with her lascivious desires, and the Inspector

she said quietly. “But in his own way.” 20 It was after eight when Rutledge woke up the next morning, head heavy with sleeplessness that had pursued him most of the night. He’d heard the church clock chime the hours until it was six o’clock and light enough to see the birds in the trees outside his window before he’d drifted into a drowsing sleep that left him as tired as he’d been when he went to bed. He’d stayed with Lettice an hour or more, sitting with her until she felt able to

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