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306 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 1, 1986
One of Dalziel's dicta for police and public was, if you can't be honest you'd better be fucking clever.Yorkshire CID Detective Superintendent Andy Dalziel (pronounced "dee-ELL") and assistants Detective Inspector Peter Pascoe and Detective Sergeant Wield are drawn into an inheritance case when the supposed lost-since-WorldWarII son of a recently deceased widow appears at her graveside and then later stakes claim to an inheritance, and is then found murdered. The suspects are plentiful in the more distant heirs who were ignored and in the 3 organizations who chance to benefit if all the relatives' claims can be eliminated.
The editor too respected Sammy's nose, but when he had digested the story he shook his head and said, 'Not our cup of tea, Sammy. I'm not going to risk getting up yon mad bugger Dalziel's hairy nostrils for anything less than a full-scale scandal. He doesn't just look like an elephant, he's got a memory like one, and we've got to live in this town.' - excerpts from Child's Play
Here before him in awful visible form, was embodied all the mockery, scorn and scatological abuse which he had always feared from the police hierarchy. At least to start with Dalziel was to start with the worst.
He drew a deep breath and said, 'I want to tell you I'm a homosexual.'
'Oh aye,' said Dalziel. 'You've not just found out, have you?'
'No,' said Wield, taken aback. 'I've always known.'
'That's all right, then,' said Dalziel equably, 'I'd have been worried else that I'd not mentioned it to you.'
I'm not hearing him right, thought Wield, now utterly bewildered. Or mebbe he didn't hear me right.
'I'm gay,' he said desperately, 'I'm a queer.'
'You can be a bloody freemason for all I care,' said Dalziel, 'but it's not going to help with your promotion, if that's what you're after!'

