Bonfiglioli, Kyril: Don't Point That Thing at Me
This is an "interesting" book which starts out with a stolen Goya (definitely not stolen by the Hon. Charles (Charlie) Mortdecai even though a gilt frame of the right dimensions is burning in his fireplace), his “man” Jock, whose back pocket holds a splendid set of brass knuckles, (I often think that Jock should take up squash. He’d have made a splendid wall.), Martland, the homicidal chief (and former colonel of paratroopers – “Very able chap, name of Martland. Likes hurting people, a lot.”) of something called the Special Powers Group (SPG for short) and Charlie, in a gorgeous Silver Ghost Rolls, about to deliver the non-stolen Goya to American multi-millionaire Milton Krampf.
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