The Abominable Man

The Abominable Man

Maj Sjöwall, Per Wahlöö

Language: English

Pages: 137

ISBN: 030739090X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The striking seventh novel in the Martin Beck mystery series by Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö, finds Beck facing one of the greatest challenges in his professional career.

The gruesome murder of a police captain in his hospital room reveals the unsavory history of a man who spent forty years practicing a horrible blend of strong-arm police work and shear brutality. Martin Beck and his colleagues feverishly comb Stockholm for the murderer, a demented and deadly rifleman, who has plans for even more chaos. As the tension builds and a feeling of imminent danger grips Beck, his investigation unearths evidence of police corruption. That’s when an even stronger sense of responsibility and something like shame urge him into taking a series of drastic steps, which lead to a shocking disaster.














to the door. “We may have to come back,” said Martin Beck. “We’ll call you first to find out how your mother’s doing.” When they were out on the street he turned to Rönn. “I suppose you knew Nyman?” he said. “Not especially well,” said Rönn evasively. 9 The blue-white light of a flashbulb lit the dirty yellow façade of the hospital pavilion for an instant as Martin Beck and Rönn returned to the scene of the crime. An additional couple of cars had arrived and stood parked in the

“All I know is that Stig Nyman never used more force than necessity required.” “Personally?” “And he didn’t let his subordinates do so either.” “In other words he was always right? Always stuck to the regulations, I mean.” “Yes.” “And no one had cause to complain?” “No.” “And still it did happen that people reported Nyman for misconduct,” Martin Beck pointed out. “Then their reports were fabrications.” Martin Beck stood up and paced a few steps back and forth. “There’s one thing I

a runaway locomotive driven by an insane engineer. He suddenly became aware of a new urgency. He needed to urinate. There was a bottle within reach, stuck down in the yellow plastic wastebasket behind the night table. But he didn’t want to use it. He was allowed to get up if he wanted to. One of the doctors had even said it would be good for him to move around a little. So he thought he’d get up and open the double doors and walk to the toilet, which was right on the other side of the

leaned over the balcony railing and looked down, then moved the ladder so it hung right beside the open window. Then he carefully slid the rack up to the railing, took the loose end of the rope he’d tied around Beck, wound it a couple of turns around the railing where the ladder had been, and knotted it around his own waist. He lifted Martin Beck carefully over the edge while exerting a counter force with his own body so that the rope stayed taut. When Martin Beck was hanging free on the other

Rönn?” “Yeah?” “Here’s something for you.” “What now?” “Something at Mount Sabbath. Somebody’s been shot or something. The guy on the phone sounds pretty confused.” Rönn sighed and turned around. Gustavsson took his hand off the receiver. “One of the boys from Violence is here right now. One of the big wheels. Okay?” A short pause. “Yes, yes, I can hear you. It’s awful, yes. Now exactly where are you?” Gustavsson was a thinnish man in his thirties with a tough and impassive air. He

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