A hilarious spoof at the vintage country-house homicide secret, from the Russian masters of sci-fi—never earlier than translated whilst Inspector Peter Glebsky arrives on the distant ski chalet on holiday, the very last thing he intends to do is get entangled in any police paintings. He’s there to ski, drink brandy, and hang around in comfortable solitude.
yet he hadn’t counted at the different tourists, an eccentric bunch together with a well-known hypnotist, a physicist with a penchant for gymnastic feats, a sulky teen of indeterminate gender, and the mysterious Mr. and Mrs. Moses. and because the chalet fills up, unusual issues begin happening—things that appear to point the presence of one other, unseen visitor. Is there a ghost at the premises? A prankster? anything extra sinister? after which an avalanche blocks the mountain cross, and they’re stuck.
that's as regards to once they locate the corpse. which means that Glebksy’s holiday is over and he’s launched into the main strange research he’s ever been concerned with. actually, the extra he appears to be like into it, the extra Glebsky realizes that the sufferer would possibly not also be human.
during this overdue novel from the mythical Russian sci-fi duo—here in its first-ever English translation—the Strugatskys gleefully upend the plot of many a Hercule Poirot mystery—and the result's a lot funnier, and lots more and plenty stranger, than whatever Agatha Christie ever wrote.
From the alternate Paperback edition.