The View From Deacon Hill

Of Jack S. Scott's last novel about Detective Sergeant Rosher, the New Yorker said: "The excitement is immediate, continuous, and imaginative." Excitement seemed to follow Sgt. Rosher despite his box-toed shoes, his big brown teeth, and the black had that rode low over his simian brow. And he was (hadn't he proved it on the Avenger case, which had even attracted national television coverage?) a good, if rather plodding, policemen. But then they suddenly saddled him (no doubt thinking he'd consider it a favor) with a young American policemen, Patrolman Hopper, who'd been shipped to England on an exchange visit to study the British police system. Rosher took young Hopper grudgingly in tow. Then, while on a preliminary tour of the countryside, they stopped on a hill to admire the view and found they were looking at more than just scenery. Rosher, who had his binoculars with him, saw something happening that involved a speeding car and a van. And he barked, "There's something funny going on down there." There certainly was, and not just down there. Starting with a battered car and some corpses, weaving past an over-imbibing wife, past a young man who hid out in an attic, and touching on local politicians and a good many of the local gentry, this is another first-rate novel with Rosher very much on the scene. Jack S. Scott is the pseudonym of Jonathan Escott. Book Dust Jacket


Genre: Mystery