In The Constant Gardener he tells a compelling, complex story of a man elevated through tragedy, as Justin Quayle, amateur gardener, aging widower, and ineffectual bureaucrat, seemingly oblivious to his wife's cause, discovers his own natural resources and the extraordinary courage of the woman he barely had time to love. A master chronicler of the betrayals of ordinary people caught in political conflict, John le Carre portrays the dark side of unbridled capitalism as only he can. When Justin sets out on a personal odyssey to uncover the mystery of her death, what he finds could make him not only a suspect, but also a target for Tessa's killers. Lorbeer / Dr.The Constant Gardener Tessa Quayle, young, beautiful, and dearly beloved to husband Justin, is gruesomely murdered in northern Kenya. Tim Donohue: Who did you think I was? Justin Quayle: Fuck you, Donohue! This is bandit country. It's what you spies do, isn't it? Tim Donohue: Is it? Never really sure what it is we do. Get Her Majesty's secret service to pull a few things. Sir Curtiss: You're what passes for James Bond around here. Justin Quayle: I haven't risen very high. Policeman: For a diplomat you're not a very good liar. Tessa Quayle: Exhausted? Mr.Quayle, they're not exactly exhausted, they're just lying in the way of the tanks! Bernard would argue that when peaceful means are exhausted. Tessa Quayle: Oh, I thought that was why you were here? Justin Quayle: Well, diplomats have to go where they're sent. Justin Quayle: Well, ah, I can't speak for Sir Bernard. Tessa Quayle: Yeah, but these are three people that we can help. There are millions of people, they all need help. Tessa Quayle: Why? Justin Quayle: Be reasonable. Justin Quayle: We can't involve ourselves in their lives, Tessa.
So who has committed murder? Not, of course, the highly respectable firm of KDH Pharmaceutical, which has enjoyed record profits this quarter, and has now licensed ZimbaMed of Harare, to continue testing Dypraxa in Africa. That was done by person or persons unknown. They merely covered up, as one does, the offensive corpses.