The Cuckoo's Calling

An hour later, as Strike sat on a hard plastic chair at the Amputee Center, his injured leg stretched in front of him, he reflected that if he had known that Robin was going to stay, he would not have bought her the green dress. The gift would not, he was sure, find favor with Matthew, especially once he had seen her in it, and heard that she had previously modeled it for Strike.

 

With a sigh, he reached for a copy of Private Eye lying on the table beside him. When the consultant first called him, Strike did not respond; he was immersed in the page headed “LandryBalls,” crammed with examples of journalistic excess relating to the case that he and Robin had solved. So many columnists had mentioned Cain and Abel that the magazine had run a special feature.

 

“Mr. Strick?” shouted the consultant, for the second time. “Mr. Cameron Strick?”

 

He looked up, grinning.

 

“Strike,” he said clearly. “My name’s Cormoran Strike.”

 

“Oh, I do apologize…this way…”

 

As Strike limped after the doctor, a phrase floated up out of his subconscious, a phrase he had read long before he had seen his first dead body, or marveled at a waterfall in an African mountainside, or watched the face of a killer collapsing as he realized he was caught.

 

I am become a name.

 

“On to the table, please, and take off the prosthesis.”

 

Where had it come from, that phrase? Strike lay back on the table and frowned up at the ceiling, ignoring the consultant now bending over the remainder of his leg, muttering as he stared and gently prodded.

 

It took minutes to dredge up the lines Strike had learned so long ago.

 

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink

 

Life to the lees; all times I have enjoy’d

 

Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those

 

That loved me, and alone; on shore and when

 

Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades

 

Vext the dim sea: I am become a name…

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author

 

 

ROBERT GALBRAITH spent several years with the Royal Military Police before being attached to the SIB (Special Investigative Branch), the plainclothes branch of the RMP. He left the military in 2003 and has been working since then in the civilian security industry. The idea for Cormoran Strike grew directly out of his own experiences and those of his military friends who returned to the civilian world. “Robert Galbraith” is a pseudonym.

 

 

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