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Hugo Swart, faithful churchgoer and respected citizen, is found stabbed to death on the floor of his kitchen just before Christmas, on the hottest night of the year. If Mr. Swarts Reverend is to be believed, no one in the world could have a reason to kill him; the murder was most likely a robbery gone ugly, and the chief suspect is Swarts black servant, Shabalala, who has fled to the countryside. But Lieutenant Kramer suspects that not everything is as it seems. While Zondi pursues Shabalala in what turns out to be a treacherous tour of miserable outlying Bantu villages, Kramer tries to wring the truth out of some of Swarts acquaintances in Trekkersburg and Cape Townit seems not everyone liked the victim quite as much as the Reverend did. But danger lies at every turnwhat will this investigation cost the duo?McClures merciless depiction of 1970s South Africa, its many layers of racism, and the gaps between rich and poor make this perhaps the most devourable book in the Kramer and Zondi series yet.

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The Gooseberry Fool ALSO BY JAMES McCLURE The Steam Pig The Caterpillar Cop - photo 1

The Gooseberry Fool

ALSO BY JAMES McCLURE

The Steam Pig
The Caterpillar Cop
Snake

Copyright 1974 by James McClure All rights reserved First published in the - photo 2

Copyright 1974 by James McClure.
All rights reserved

First published in the United States in 1976 by Harper & Row, Publishers, Inc.

This edition published in 2010 by
Soho Press, Inc.
853 Broadway
New York, NY 10003

Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data
McClure, James, 1939-2006.
The gooseberry fool / James McClure.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-56947-943-8
eISBN 978-1-56947-944-7
I.Title.
PZ4.M12647Go [PR9369.3.M3]
813.54 73-14317

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

To Frances

To play old gooseberry, to act as chaperon, play propriety, for a pair of lovers; to make havoc.

The Oxford English Dictionary

Contents

HUGO SWART ENTERED purgatory just after nine oclock on the hottest night of the year. It came as a complete surprise to him, as it did to his several acquaintances, who, knowing him for a pious young bachelor, were unable to reconcile this with the thought of his brutal murder.

His surprise, however, was of a different orderowing nothing to assumption and everything to sudden agony as real as the improvised weapon with which it was inflicted. And in his final flare of consciousness, he acknowledged an inexplicable oversight.

This had been to presume that once inside his house, with the front door bolted and the back door locked, he was alone. He really should have considered the possibility of an intruder stealing in while he was away at Mass. Even just made the routine check carried out by any householder upon arrival home, let alone a man in his circumstances. Then he might have noticed a shadow flinch as he tossed his Missal across the darkened study onto his desk. But he did not. Nor did he actually go into the study, pausing only at the door.

Instead, with much that was pleasing on his mind, he went straight on through to the kitchen, humming to himself. His African servant had left the light burning in the ceiling and his dinner burning in the oven. The sharp smell of the ruined steak registered immediately, yet the only thought he gave to it was to switch off the stove. Thirst, rather than hunger, was his dominant drive.

He opened the refrigerator door and found everything he needed for a long, very cold drink. Vodka was his choice, for he believed it left the breath untaintedvodka and orange and plenty of ice. The simple procedure totally absorbed him.

He measured out the spirit first, returning the bottle to its hiding place in the vegetable tray. Next came two fingers of fruit juice from a can, then three ice cubes, and finally a topping of chilled water. Instantly the tall glass frosted over and droplets began to wriggle down its thin sides. For it to be really cold, however, he had to wait until the ice did a little of its work.

So he turned on the radio over by the kettle and caught the news bulletin. December 23 had been the hottest day of the year, according to the South African Weather Bureau, which was not news to anyone. But they were right in making the heat wave the first item; there was an undeniable satisfaction in being part of the news oneself for a change, to know precisely how severe an ordeal it had been, to feelhowever modestlya survivor.

On every level, survival was dear to Hugo Swart, as it is to any man who anticipates a bright new future.

The idiot kettle began to boil. He thought at first that the sound, an odd wheeze, came from behind him, then noticed the air shimmering above the spoutit was altogether too hot and humid for steam to show. Of course. The kettle and the radio shared the same wall socket; switching them both on at once was a mistake he had made many times. And sure enough, after a moments silence, the kettle gurgled and threatened to melt its element if more water was not swiftly added. That damn black baboon never left the thing properly filled. All it needed, though, was a sharp tug on the cord.

He gave it one and then took off his lightweight jacket, wishing he had done so ten minutes earlier, and dumped it on the drain-board.

By now the main news was over and the regional summary under way. It disclosed that the maximum temperature in Trekkersburg itself had soared to a record 112 degrees Fahrenheit.

In the shade, the announcer added.

To which Hugo Swart, impatient with such pedantry, retorted aloud, Jesus wept!

His last words.

He dithered for a moment over his drink, then decided to increase the pleasure by prolonging the wait.

So he refilled the ice tray at the tap and put it back in the refrigerator. He closed the refrigerator door. He opened it and closed it again, musing. As children, he and his sister had once argued bitterly over whether the light in their stepmothers General Electric went out when the door was shut. The inspiration for this had been the claim of a fanciful friend who swore that a fairy, a sort of enslaved Jack Frost, lived on the inside, ready to douse the light the instant it was no longer needed. This was plainly a lot of rubbish, but posed a question nonetheless. He had held it was only logical that the light should go out, while his sisterwho had sweets he wanted to shareperversely challenged him to prove it did not, in fact, stay on. Naturally, he was unable to do this, and ended up paying lip service to her irrational viewpoint. He knew that the light must go out, but it was as pointless an argument as that between an atheist and a priest debating the immortality of the soul: in both cases, nothing could be satisfactorily settled this side of the door.

Hugo Swart laughed softly. There was some truth in this talk of formative years. What he himself had learned was the practice of adopting whatever belief best served his own ends at any particular time. And it seemed to be working out very satisfactorily in this particular instance. Yes, sir.

His drink was ready. The ice cubes were half their size, and a wet ring was forming on the breakfast table. This had certainly been a moment worth waiting for, yet he decided on one further delay: a toast to his benefactors.

With the glass raised high, he turned to the window in the hope of seeing himself there in a comically cynical pose against the night. Unfortunately, the Venetian blinds were down and he could see nothing.

Even less than he supposed.

For, as he brought the lip of the glass to meet his own, somebody struck him from behind with a steak knife. This first blow caught him on the left shoulder blade, skittered across the flat bone, and snagged between two vertebrae. Such was the violence of the blow, its force was transmitted to the extremities and the glass flew, untouched, from his hand. He saw it shatter and felt the terrible pain.

Strangely, he just stood therehating the thought of waste, wondering what could conceivably be happening to him, noting that the next program would be a short interlude of chamber music. It startled him to finally realize there was someone else in the room, someone who wheezed when he breathed and must hate him very much.

That was his first surprise. There were others.

He staggered into a turn, grabbing at a fork that lay at the place set for his late supper. But he missed and never got to identify his assailant either. Before he could raise his reeling head, he was blind with his own blooda wild slash with the knife having opened up the puffiness beneath his eyebrows.

On the cellos introductory note came the punched stab to the chest that knocked him back against the table. It was no good; all he could do was allow himself to sprawl onto the broken glass and try to think of something to say. Like Hail Mary.

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