A mystery writer who is a distinctive stylist, H.R. Keating has created a marvelous character in Inspector Ghote of the Bombay C.I.D. The blundering, self-doubting, always harassed little detective is confronted and confounded by his biggest case: the murder of Frank Masters, an American philanthropist who had set up a ""Foundation for the Care of Juvenile Vagrants."" Especially vagrant are ""Edward G. Robinson"" and ""Tarzan,"" two little toughies who, along with Amrit Singh, the town's top racket man, literally drive the poor Inspector into the sea at one point. And there are other problems. It's good good good.