In a small, provincial town in the heart of India, a politician's wife has done her husband's career a great service, by dying under suspicious circumstances. That the corpse and the trail have been cold for fifteen years hasn't saved Inspector Ghote of the Bombay CID from being sent to investigate. But what chance does he have when his chief suspect is so powerful, when the whole district is against him, and when a holy man is fasting to the death to protest his prying?
But still the good inspector dutifully goes, carrying just the honour of his police force and a box of double-sized eggs . . .
Utterly loveable...Ghote is one of the great creations of detective fiction