Roseanna: A Martin Beck Mystery by Maj Sjöwall & Per Wahlöö

Author:Maj Sjöwall & Per Wahlöö
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Police Procedural, Murder, Police, Mystery & Detective, Murder - Investigation, Stockholm (Sweden), General, Beck, Martin (Fictitious character), Sweden, Investigation, Mystery fiction, Stockholm, Police - Sweden - Stockholm, Fiction
ISBN: 0007232837
Publisher: Vintage Books

Martin Beck paid closer attention and saw a very old woman in a flowered dress with a pink hat. She stood next to one of the lifeboats with a cup of coffee in one hand and a piece of pastry in the other.

The inspection continued. The shots were all the same. Martin Beck began to get a pain in his back. He knew now, without doubt, just how Major Jentsch's wife looked.

The last picture lay on the mahogany table in front of the colonel. It was one of those which Martin Beck had already spoken of. The Diana seen directly from the stern, tied up at the pier in Stockholm, with the City Hall in the background and two taxis right up at the gangway.

The picture must have been taken just before the boat sailed because there were at lot of people already on board. To the stern of the port lifeboat on the shelter deck, Major Jentsch's wife from Osnabrϋck could be seen. Directly below her stood Roseanna McGraw. She was bending forward with her arms resting on the railing and her feet spread apart. She had sandals on, and sunglasses. She wore a full yellow dress with shoulder straps. Martin Beck bent as far over as he could and tried to make out the people standing next to her. At the same time he heard Kollberg whistle through his teeth.

'Oh yes, oh yes," said the colonel undisturbed. "This is the ship, here at Riddarholm. There is the City Hall tower. And there is Hildegard Jentsch. That was before we met. And, yes, that was strange. This young girl also sat at our table a few times. She was English or Dutch, I think. They must have moved her to another table later so that we old folks could have a little more room for our elbows."

A strong, wrinkled index finger, with a lot of white hairs enlarged under the magnifying glass, rested on the girl in the sandals and the loose, yellow dress.

Martin Beck took a breath in order to say something, but Kollberg was quicker.

'What?" asked the colonel. "Am I certain? Of course I am certain. She sat at the same table as we did at least four or five times. She never said anything though, if I remember correctly."

'But…"

'Yes, of course your colleague showed me her portrait, but you understand, it wasn't her face that I recognized. It's the dress, or more correctly, not exactly the dress, either."

He turned to the left and placed his powerful index finger on Martin Beck's chest.

'It was the decollete," he said in a thundering whisper.

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