Colonel Charles Russel is retired now yet still lives a disciplined life feeling quietly superior to the world around him when a body falls out of an upper-story window and lands right next to him. It turns out to be a redeemed ex-safecracker who had worked for Russel twice in the past. He takes charge of the scene and thus gets further implicated in the machinations of an old aristocrat looking for revenge. His son OD'ed and he is going after the Indian businessman who oversees the drug smuggling and dealing into England.
Russel at first doesn't want to be involved, but than at the safecracker's funeral he meets his widow and she is hot, down for action and in on the heroin revenge plan. Turns out the toff is her father (the guy who OD'ed was her half-brother). This is where things start to go off the rails fast. He spends two pages on what is the right kind of restaurant to take her out to, it's all very snobby and forced. His editorializing is seething with contempt for people who do it wrong.
But this old man griping becomes really ugly when it comes to the depiction of India and Indians. They are either scheming and corrupt or effective because of their colonial upbringing and sychophantically grateful for it. It's straight-up racism. Man, I see that Haggard has 8 more novels after this, so he was still going full steam when this came out. I have like 4 other books of his on deck (they are so thin!). Maybe I should check the dates and just read the earlier ones. Those are still quite conservative, but the politics are more aligned with the time period and are thus subtler.
The storyline is simplistic for Haggard and you kind of know where it is going about halfway through. There are some slightly interesting characters (the villain's wife, the Inspect who drinks himself to death), but they aren't enough to distract from the rote resolution, which I read as a duty.



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