The Perplexing Theft of the Jewel in the Crown (Baby Ganesh Agency Investigation)
Vaseem Khan
Language: English
Pages: 368
ISBN: 0316386847
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Featuring the most charming crime-solving duo ever to grace the pages of a book, the Baby Ganesh Detective Agency series is a must-read for fans of Alexander McCall Smith.
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has.’ Garewal went silent. Chopra had a sudden sense that Garewal was struggling to speak, that there was a hint of desperation behind his call. ‘Look, I don’t have long. They’re not allowing me to see or call anyone. One of the . . . others here lent me his phone. Any second now he’ll take it back . . . I need your help, Chopra. I need you to come down here and help me.’ ‘Look, Garewal, what is this about?’ ‘I’m in a big jam, old friend. I need you to come right away before they bury me in
after spending two years in jail?’ Rangwalla shrugged. ‘I don’t know. But he’s managed to keep his nose clean.’ ‘A leopard doesn’t change its spots, Rangwalla,’ said Chopra sternly. Rangwalla nodded in agreement. ‘As for the old case file . . . Why don’t you just pick it up from the station?’ ‘I can’t.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘There is a new head at the station. Just arrived.’ ‘Well, why don’t you ask him? I am sure he is a reasonable man.’ ‘He is not a man, Rangwalla.’ ‘There is a woman in charge
‘You will do no such th—!’ ‘Calm yourself, sir,’ Kondvilkar interrupted, patting the air placatingly. ‘I am on your side. Elephant is avatar of our Lord Ganesh, yes? How can he be harming anyone? I think that if I tell my bosses this, they will believe me.’ ‘Then why don’t you do that?’ Kondvilkar’s white teeth flashed once more. ‘Such paperwork costs a small fee, Chopra Sir.’ ‘Fee?’ Chopra replied warily. ‘What do you mean?’ Kondvilkar’s smile crept around his mouth but he said nothing.
the plan that would entice Raj Wadia and his gang out into the open. It had been a busy few days for the former sub-inspector. If truth be told, he was still coming to terms with the sudden upturn in his fortunes. Once again he felt a surge of gratitude towards Chopra for delivering him from the hell that he been in since being sacked from the police service. Now he was intent on repaying the confidence his senior officer had shown in him, starting by cracking the case of the missing bust. He
given up trying to convert Poolchand to the ranks of the assiduous. Poolchand was one of many in the service who swam with the prevailing currents, waiting only to be washed up on the beach of retirement nirvana with a full pension and no further responsibilities in life save the consumption of cheap whisky and the recounting of ever-taller tales from his disingenuously remembered police years. Whenever they met, the two men would pat each other on the back and ask after each other’s families,