The ghost of DÃœrrenmatt's The Judge and His Hangman hovers over this sweet, sad tale of murder and mortality at St. Stephan's Clinic--a bestseller in its native Switzerland. The news that he has terminal lung cancer galvanizes quiet Gottfried Sonder, a former butcher now nearing retirement from the autopsy lab at St. Stephan's, to kill the man he thinks ought to be dying instead of him--boorish, chain-smoking Dr. Horst GÃ–tze, who first diagnosed his illness. Identifying GÃ–tze with the wild boar who'd wounded him during an African hunt, Sonder lies in wait for his prey and, with the help of a blowpipe dart and some slick timing, pulls off a perfect murder--too perfect, since he ends up unwillingly incriminating impulsive gray eminence Harald (Caesar) Bani, whose car he's forced to use to dispose of GÃ–tze's body, and spreading suspicion over the uniformly sympathetic staff at St. Stephan's--from Sonder's physician Bruno Thalmann to doctoral student Pat Wyss. Even before Caesar's been able to dump GÃ–tze's day-old corpse into an uncooperative lake (some nicely agitated comedy here) and cobbled together an alibi with the help of his old friend Prof. Eugene (Wotan) Rusterholz, Commissioner HÃ„berli is already asking questions about the whereabouts of the vanished, unmourned GÃ–tze. Intuitive HÃ„berli may remind American readers of Lt. Columbo, but first-novelist Mettler, like his appealing little-man killer, is after much bigger game: an examination of the ways in which the virus of Sonder's mortality, his peevish struggle with death, infects the whole pathology lab, and eventually HÃ„berli as well. Not a mystery, or even a very good inverted detective story, but a parable, and a fine one, about the remarkable difficulty of leave-taking.