The Judas Goat

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Archived by Mike on 15 December, 1996

Latest Update 08 March 2004 by Bob Ames


Publication Information

Hardcover Edition
  Published by:   Houghton Mifflin
Publication Date: 1978
ISBN: 0-395-266823-3
 
Paperback Edition
  Published by::   Dell Publishing Co., Inc.
  ISBN   0-440-14196-6
 
Large Print Edition
  Published by   Thorndike Press
  ISBN   0-786-20389-7
 
Audio Cassette Edition
  Published by:   Books on Tape
Read By: Michael Prichard
Length 6 cassettes, 360 min.

The above information is from the online catalog of the Minuteman Library Network and my own collection.---Bob


Cover Information

Taken from the back of the paperback edition

"Spenser had gone to London--and not to look at the Queen. He'd gone to track down a bunch of bombers who'd blown his client's wife and kids away. His job was to catch them. Or kill them. His client wasn't choosy.

But there were nine killers to one Spenser--long odds that could add up to a short life. Hawk, the iron-fisted Boston enforcer, would help balance the equation. The rest would depend upon a wild plan. Spenser would get one of the terrorists to play Judas Goat--to lead him to the others. Trouble was, he hadn't counted on her being very blond, very beautiful, and very, very dangerous."


Recurring Characters


Unanswered Questions


Literary References, or "The Annotated Gumshoe"


Meanwhile, in the Spenser Universe


Favorite Lines

Chapter 3: The right to bear arms

"Next I called the British Consulate. They told me that if I were bringing in a shotgun there would be no problem. I could simply carry it in. No papers required.

'I had in mind a thirty-eight caliber Smith and Wesson revolver. A shotgun in a hip holster tends to chafe. And carrying it around London at high port seems a bit showy.'

...

'It is not permitted of course to bring in machine guns, submachine guns, automatic rifles, or any weapon capable of firing a gas-disseminating missile.'

'Oh, damn,' I said."

Chapter 3: The right tool for the right job

"There are people in the city of Boston who have threatened to kill me. I don't like to walk around without a gun. So I took my spare, and stuck it in the small of my back. It was a Colt .357 Magnum with a four-inch barrel. I kept it around in case I was ever attacked by a finback whale..."

Chapter 3: It's not the thug I mind, it's the small time...

"She said to me, 'I beg your pardon, are you a Greek multibillionaire shipping magnate and member of the international jet set?'

I said, 'Yes, I am, would you care to marry me and live on my private island in great luxury?'

She said, 'Yes, I would, but I'm committed to a small-time thug in Boston and first I'll have to shake him.'"

Chapter 5: Bloody tourists...

"Flanders paid the cabbie, turned the bags over to the hall porter, and steered me to the desk. He didn't seem to have a lot of confidence in me. A hired thug from the provinces, can barely speak the language, no doubt. I checked my heel for a cow flap."

Chapter 5: Freedom of the press

"'If you were from the papers,' Downes said, 'I'd reply that we were developing several promising possibilities. Since you're not from the papers I can be more brief. No. We haven't anything.'"

Chapter 6: The drawbacks of being a non-smoker

"I hadn't smoked in ten or twelve years, but I wished then I'd had a cigarette that I could have taken a final drag on and flipped still burning into the river as I turned and walked away. Not smoking gains in the area of lung cancer, but it loses badly in the realm of dramatic gestures."

Chapter 6: Awwww, isn't that sweet?

"But when they blew up the Dixons there were nine of them that Dixon spotted. They didn't need nine. It must have been their sense of community. The group that blasts together lasts together."

Chapter 7: Spenser's mind can be a scary thing

"I was getting tired of holding the gun. My hand was stiff, and with the thing cocked I had to hold it carefully. I thought about shifting it to my left hand. I wasn't as good with my left hand, and I might need to be very good all of a sudden. I wouldn't be too good if my gun hand had gone to sleep, however. I shifted the thing to my left hand and exercised my right. The gun felt clumsy in my left. I oughta practice left-handed more. I hadn't anticipated a gun hand going to sleep. How'd you get shot, Spenser? Well, it's this way, Saint Pete. I was staked out in a hotel corridor, but my hand went to sleep. Then after a while my entire body nodded off. Did Bogie's hand ever go to sleep, Spenser? Did Kerry Drake's? No, sir, I don't think we can admit you to Private-Eye Heaven, Spenser.

Chapter 7: The perils of detective work

"'The bullet still in there?' I asked.

'No, went right through. Clean wound, some blood loss, but nothing, I think, to be concerned over.'

'Good, I'd just as soon not be carrying a slug around in the upper thigh,' I said.

'You may choose to call it that if you wish,' the doctor said, 'but in point of face, my man, you've been shot in the arse.'

'There's marksmanship,' I said. 'And in the dark too.'"

Chapter 8: Become a doctor! It's a laugh a minute!

"The doctor put a pressure bandage on my, ah, thigh, and gave me some pills for the pain. 'You'll walk funny for a few days,' he said. 'After that, you should be fine. Though you'll have an extra dimple in your cheeks now.'

'I'm glad there's socialized medicine,' I said. 'If only there was a vow of silence that went with it.'"

Chapter 8: What is the proper way to address a terrorist?

"Okay, I thought, this is where she lives. So what? One of the things about my employment was the frequency with which I didn't know what I was doing or what to do next. Always a fresh surprise. I have tracked the beast to its lair, I thought. Now what do I do with her? Beast wasn't the right word, but it didn't sound right to say I've tracked the beauty to her lair."

Chapter 10: Spenser, master of conversation

"'What's your name?'

'Suck my ass,' he said.

'Okay, Suck,' I said. 'We're going down the corridor and pick up your buddy. If you have an itch, don't scratch it. If you hiccup or sneeze or yawn or bat your eyes I am going to shoot a hole through your head.'"

Chapter 10: Or maybe it's Spenser, master of persuasion.

"'Do you know that I get twenty-five hundred dollars for you alive or dead, and dead is easier?'"

Chapter 11: So The privileges of nobility

"'I don't like you sending for Hawk.'

'It's just to help me do surveillance. Even Lord Peter Wimsey has to whiz occasionally.'

Susan's laugh across the ocean, only slightly distorted by distance, made me want to cry. 'I believe,' she said, 'that Lord Peter's butler does it for him.'"

Chapter 12: Reach out and mug someone

"Talking on the phone from 5000 miles away was like the myth of Tantalus. It was better not to. The telephone company has lied to us for years, I thought. Always tell you that long distance is the next best thing to being there. All those people call up and feel swell afterward. I didn't. I felt like beating up a nun."

Chapter 12: But not much better

"Hawk had the clip out of the .22 I had brought and was checking out the action. Shaking his head.

'The bad guys use these over here?'

'Not all the time,' I said. 'It's just what they could get.'

Hawk shrugged and slipped the clip back in the butt. 'Better than screaming for help,' he said."
Chapter 13: Ask not what your people can do for you...

"'[I'm] Just a poor old colored person, trying to get along with the white folks.'

'Well, I'll give you credit, you were the first one to integrate leg-breaking on an interracial basis in Boston.'

'A man is poor indeed if he don't do something for his people.'"

Chapter 17: So, do you race here often?

"Hawk said 'yowza' and went into the bookstore. He went to the back and down the steps. Five minutes later he was back up the stairs and out of the bookstore, his face glistening with humor.

'Get any pointers?" I said.

'Oh yeah, soon's I make a move on a pony, I gonna know what to do.'"
Chapter 18: Second prize is the two stiffs that were with her...

"There was an envelope stuck to Kathie's right thigh with some of the same adhesive tape that closed her mouth. I picked it up.

'Maybe we won her in a raffle,' I said."

Chapter 19: OOO, kinky. I like it...

"'Her idea of a good time is probably to be beaten by Benito Mussolini with a copy of Mein Kampf.'"

Chapter 19: Spenser, homemaker

"I got a can of Spot-lifter off the top closet shelf and sprayed the blood stains on the rug.

'That stuff work?'

'Works on my suits,' I said. 'When it dries I just brush it away.'

'You make a fine wife someday, babe. You cook good, too.'

'Yeah, but I've always wanted a career of my own.'"

Chapter 20: Can't these guys cooperate at all?

"'Gone?' I said.

'Uh huh.'

'Clues?'

Hawk said, 'Clues?'

'You know,' I said,' like an airplane schedule with a flight to Beirut underlined.  A hotel confirmation slip from the Paris Hilton.  Some tourist brochures from Orange County, California.  A tinkling piano in the next apartment.  Clues.'"

Chapter 23: But it's a special avocado pit...

"But they were our glasses and they were for drinking champagne out of on special occasions. Or at least I thought they were. I was always afraid I'd come in some day and find her sprouting an avocado pit in one."

Chapter 24: It was a dark and stormy night...

"'Two shots in the ass and I was off on the greatest adventure of my career...'"

Chapter 24: It's nice to be appreciated

"'...you look tired.'

'I am tired,' I said. 'I've just been screwing my brains out.'

'Oh, really?'

'Oh really, I said. 'How come you were doing all that sighing and moaning?'

'Boredom,' she said. 'Those weren't sighs and moans, those were yawns.'

'Nice talk to a wounded man.'

'Well,' she said, 'I am glad the bullet didn't go all the way through.'"

Chapter 25: Next time leave the lens cap on

"I showed him my PI license with my picture on it. I looked like one of the friends of Eddie Coyle.

'Yeah,' he said, 'that's you.'

'It disappoints me too,' I said."

Chapter 26: Our nation's finest gumshoes at work

"A tribute to careful search and survey techniques and a masterpiece of concentration, looking over the stands aisle by aisle, and he almost walks into me while I'm eating a hot dog. Super sleuth."

Chapter 28: So, does Zachary get the silver?

"Trying to control his laughter, Hawk said, 'We just copped the gold medal in outdoor scuffling.' It was the funniest thing I had ever heard, or so it seemed at the time, and the two of us were still giggling when they loaded us into the car and hauled us off to a hospital."


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