Romanen bygger på en virkelig kriminalsak, Hammarby-mordet utenfor Stockholm i 1913. En lege trues med å bli anmeldt av apoteker Frykman for underslag. Legen kaster seg i sjøen fra en ferge, og alle tror han druknet seg. Men hvem er da hevneren som gjør en brå ende på apotekerens liv?
This pseudonym of Sven Elvestad (who changed his birth name of Kristoffer Elvestad Svendsen in order to start fresh after being caught embezzling from his employer) was used as the name of Norway's most prestigious crime ficton prize, the Riverton Prize. Born in 1884, he started his writing career as a journalist, turning later to stories about a detective based on police officers he had met, Asbjørn Krag. He also wrote crime stories about detective Knut Gribb under the name Kristian F. Biller, a series character who was later carried on by other authors. He died in 1934. One of his novels, Jernvognen (The Iron Chariot) was adapted by Jason as a graphic novel in 2003.
It wasn't hard to spot the killer. But that isn't what matters. It managed to bring forth that eerie feeling I was looking for. Norwegian narrators does that best.
No var det ikkje så vanskeleg å gjette kva som hadde skjedd, endå om det var nokså langhenta. Sverre Wilberg les litt betre enn Leif Dubard, og røysta hans er berre bittelitt mindre deileg å høyre på.
Ein av mine store litterære skuffelsar. Eg tenkte eg måtte testa ei Riverton-bok, eg likte jo krim godt, og eg hadde store forventningar. Men eg syntes boka var nesten uleseleg. Dårleg skrive, rett og slett. Har ikkje prøvd Riverton igjen.