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Hi, Rita morning, Jeff

This is Alexander Park.

So is this. Through the eyes of 130 boys at Handsworth Grammar School,

Alexander's now studying at the Slade Art School in London.

He called on his old art teacher for help with an original project.

Brendan Lynch allowed his former pupil to work with his 11 friends.

from the Thames Valley FM Travel Centre. There's been a smash on the Watley Road

path from Oxford this morning.

Coming in from the Watley Road, down from Battery Road, it's flowing from the

Cutslow roundabout down towards the Martin Perry Road. The Woodstock Road,

that's flowing down towards Giles. And coming in from Headington, the A40 is

looking to flow in from Oxford.

I hate this time of year.

April is the cruelest month.

Well, it certainly is for one young woman and her family.

Oh, I don't know, Morse.

I've been looking into my pension.

I mean, you pay in all your life and you think you're all right, but when the

time comes, it's not half what you thought it was going to be. You're not.

Oh, no, no, no.

Mind you, you've got to make way for the young sometime.

Why?

You can't retire, sir.

And what would you do?

Learn to make filet de boeuf en croute and creme brulee?

Well, as a matter of fact... It's all very well for you. You're not married.

Don't you ever get sick of it, Morse?

Spending your entire life on shootings, stabbings, strangling... Work. That's

the secret of life.

You have to buckle down and give it your best.

That's what my father said.

Oh.

Then you'd better buckle on down after Lewis and see who shot this poor girl.

And you will give it your best, won't you?

So, I saw him.

Definitely a him.

Do you think I can't tell the difference in my age?

Two husbands I've had, six children, 18 grandchildren.

Did he hear a shot or any loud bang?

20 past. I was just putting the ashes out. Going down the back he was.

He had a hat on and all.

I thought he was a fancy man.

All right, all right. Thanks very much.

When can you give us the statements, Inspector?

Chief Inspector.

We have deadlines, you know.

I don't know what the Chief Super told us, did I?

Homer Lewis is losing his grip. Well, he's getting on.

No, he's not. He's the same age as... Do you realise, if he goes, you wouldn't

resign? I wouldn't have to.

It'd be out of my ear to bring in some smarty -pants young... Take one look at

me and... If I were mine, we could use some new thinking in Thames Valley.

Thinking, Lewis, thinking, old or new, would be a very welcome change all

Ready for you yet, Morse?

Would you like to give me a hand?

Stocking tops.

Naked man.

Oh, hell, I've got to be in college in a minute.

So?

It's the big meeting about the mastership.

Don't worry.

You're going to win.

You're going to grind that Julian Storrs beneath your chariot wheels.

Well, maybe if we're quick.

Call me, would you?

Of

course,

we could always change the statues.

And I could simply stay on as master.

One of my predecessors continued in office till 103.

I don't know if anyone wants to urge that cause.

Mrs. Hammersby, perhaps?

If I had such an urge, Master, I would repress it. Oh, but it's so bad to

repress urges.

I never do.

It's 9 .35, Master.

Ah, well, when a middle -aged fellow marries one of his students, and a

ravishingly beautiful one at that.

I'm so sorry, Master.

Aye, the college accepts your apology, Dennis.

In my case, with any way.

May we proceed?

How close was he when he fired the shot?

Right up against the window.

The blind was down. She wouldn't have seen him.

And how the hell did he see her?

Charlie, do the blind bit, would you?

instant. Does that have any comfort?

I suppose it's no good asking when.

No. You can come in now.

People opposite saw Miss James collecting the milk just after seven.

Miss? Miss Rachel James.

Twenty -seven. Single.

Physio.

Worked at a clinic on the Woodstock Road.

Parents lived till eight.

And the woman next door, she saw what she thought was Miss James's fancy man

around the back there.

25 plus.

Fancy indeed.

And another neighbour was taking a dog for a walk along the path at the back

there. 7 .35.

She saw the light on and the crack in the window.

Nice narrow parameters for you, Morse. I'd have it all solved before I finished

the autopsy.

It's easy enough for you, a bullet hole like that.

Oh, a snip.

A snip here to see if Miss James was pregnant.

A snip there to see if she had some fatal disease.

We'd snip in all morning.

Someone loved her.

Due notice having been given and due process observed, there are therefore

two candidates for the office of 35th Master of Lonsdale.

Julian Storrs and Dennis Cornford.

A straight fight like this sadly gives little opportunity for horse trading.

But malice and spite are gratifyingly increased by the fact that you know the

candidates so well.

I'm sure they will both do their best to uphold the college tradition.

Thank you, Master.

May the best man win.

I, alas, have no vote and have therefore spared the blandishments of the

candidates.

The rest of you will have to bear them as you can.

Tomorrow, being Founders' Feast, the electioneering will no doubt be

intemperate.

Any other business?

No?

Then I declared a meeting closed.

A lively young wife in the master's lodgings. I did not need to scatter.

Better than an old goat.

Look at the state of this fence, sir.

Anyone who could have got through there, no trouble.

Where does this path run to and from, Jackson? It runs all along behind the

houses out to the road.

Easy enough.

Leave the car, walk down the path, through the fence, down the garden.

Be in and out in a couple of minutes.

Was he leading her up the garden path beforehand?

Who sent that valentine, Lewis?

Fancy man of a certain age.

Not exactly top of the pops, is it?

Patient prep?

You'd better get down to that clinic.

See what her colleagues have to say.

Julian Storrs?

Angela. I'm sorry.

Yes, it's as we thought.

It's just Dennis and me.

Good. And it's ours.

I never count chickens, darling, but I do collect debts.

I don't care.

We're going to win.

Don't run, Angela.

Just to celebrate.

Get doors open, will you?

Chief Inspector, it was a single shot, was it?

All in good time.

Anyone hear it?

A couple of the neighbours think they may have done.

Not Mrs Adams, then?

No, she... She stepped into the post, even with her hearing aid.

And this side, it's Geoff Owen's Oxford man.

Well, I didn't hear anything. I'd gone to work.

Well, why the hell didn't you say so before?

Eight, but eight is solid.

Four more and then you're homeless. The master may be a bastard, but he had

Shelley and me to dinner last night with George Thomas, Allied Steel

Engineering. Nice chap.

Used to be a pupil of Clixby's.

Allied Steel Engineering may be offering the college two new fellowships worth

approximately a million and a half.

How the hell did you know that?

Clixby gave Summers lunch with Julian and Angela Storrs.

It's obvious.

Summers will only stump up if the new master is the one Clixby wants.

How are you... Find out what Clicksby wants for his support.

Angela, needless to say, is telling everyone they've got the mastership in

pocket already.

Then they've got another thing coming.

I certainly hope so.

We can't have her lording it over the college.

I know it runs against all Oxford tradition, Dora, but I'm not standing

stop the stores.

I actually want the job, and I'm going to get it.

I'm all for flexi time. I can get a day's work in before anyone else

And I miss the traffic both ways.

Of course, if I'd known, I'd miss the murder as well. How did you hear about

Della Thettle at number two. She's a friend of mine. She found me at work.

You're not married, I take it?

No. There's no one else living at your house?

No. And this Miss... Mrs... Thettle.

Miss Thettle.

No.

She's just a friend.

Alas.

And what about Miss James?

How well did you know her?

We were neighbours.

She borrowed my corkscrew once. Did you have a boyfriend?

Someone sent her a valentine.

Not me.

Any close friends in the village?

She and Della were pretty close.

Had each other's keys and so on. Why don't you ask her?

Thank you, sir.

It would never have occurred to me to question the neighbours.

Look. Um, we go to press. I don't suppose I'm a photographer.

You don't suppose correctly, sir.

I...

Very good, Nina.

Now, I want you to concentrate on finding Carabino's frustration.

Miss Cecil?

Great stuff, Jeff. Thanks.

Dr. Storr, this is Jeff Owens, Oxford male.

We'd like to do a piece on the up -and -coming election at Lonsdale, but I need

a bit of background.

Something about yourself, your wife, your kids.

Do you have any kids?

I'd especially like to talk to Mrs. Storr, how she sees the role of master's

wife in modern -day Oxford.

Rachel didn't have much luck.

With men, I mean.

They were always married.

turned out gay.

I kept telling her she mustn't let herself be the victim.

She was down in the dumps after yet another crisis in her love life, so I

her to a concert at Lonsdale.

I helped with the music there, you see.

I thought a little Vivaldi might cheer her up.

It's about all Vivaldi's good for, if you ask me.

Well, Rachel didn't know about music. She... I don't know.

Policeman? I'm a Wagner man myself.

Oh, well, Wagner.

Now, that is music.

He was a horrible man.

Beauty and ugliness.

I meet those in my profession every day.

So, what happened at this concert?

There's a fellow of Lonsdale.

Quite well known, actually.

Julian Storrs.

Sixty. Married.

Typical Rachel.

Of course, she wanted him to leave his wife, but that was never on.

Julian... Angela, she's a very... very strong sort of...

I'm sure... I mean, I can't imagine a Julian.

He's running for master of the college.

I understand you had keys to Miss James's house.

Yes, she was always losing hers.

Did you use them often?

Occasionally.

Last month, for instance.

She was in London with Julian and it started to snow.

She rang me to go in and switch the central heating on. Have you still got

keys? At home, yes.

Do you want them?

Possibly.

Would Dr Storrs have sent that?

Was there anyone else in her life?

Oh, no.

No, she may have been a poor picker, but she was always loyal to whom she

picked.

You said, to whom?

My sergeant, I've been trying to teach him the difference between who and whom

for years.

Well, thanks very much, Miss Cecil. My name's Adele.

I thought Mr. Owens said... A particular dislike of being called Della.

It's close to most of the big theatres and it's good for restaurants and shops.

You can get a double room here for £48 a night.

£48 if you want to buy. Sorry, who's speaking?

Yeah, it's me.

Oh no, of course I haven't forgotten.

How could I?

Yeah.

Nazareth.

Diana's mum.

Can you get over here right away?

No, darling. Now.

Dennis, it's Geoffrey. I need to speak to you about your article.

And I've got a few questions I'd like to ask about your standing for the

Mastership. If you wouldn't mind calling me.

0836 276 259.

Thanks.

Hi.

God, what a morning.

I'm starving.

Champagne lifted through?

Back to these words.

A box of chips, please, and another of these for me.

While we're about it, will you put a bottle of number 17 on out? Sure.

Three of them work in this clinic.

Well, there was three.

The other two are really upset.

Life has changed a lot.

I was married with kids.

Didn't see much of her outside work.

She didn't talk about her private life.

No, well, she wouldn't, would she? Not that she was having an affair with a

married man.

Hands, knees and boxer days, eh?

Julian Storr sent that valentine, I'll bet you anything.

What are you having?

A pint, I hope you think.

A pint?

Ah, no, no, you'll be driving. An orange juice, please, and I'll have a pint of

that.

Miss Cecil, Miss Adele Cecil, she introduced them.

I regret it now, but...

A highly intelligent woman nurse.

Likes Wagner.

And doesn't like that reporter.

Why'd she ring and tell him about the murder?

What have you got against him?

His hair, to start with.

And his car.

Bulbous little vulgarity.

That'll be £3 .15.

Do you really fancy it, Rachel James?

Says not, but...

Have you got anything smaller, sir? It's just I've changed a couple of twinties

already today and I'm right out of change. Oh, sorry.

Lewis, do you have a... Thank you.

I'm sorry, Mum, but I really don't want to do anything that... Do you know how

Jack is? Diane, I'm only asking you for one small favour.

Do you know how much I've done for you?

Don't bully me, Mum.

You've always bullied me. No, I'm not bullying you now. I'm simply asking you.

Well, this is a... This is a pleasant surprise, Diane.

Surprise, anyway.

Have you had lunch, Julian?

Mustn't jump to conclusions, of course, but suppose Owens did fancy Miss James.

Suppose he was jealous of him.

Of who?

Lewis.

Of Storrs. Suppose Miss James rejected Owens' advances.

Suppose she didn't.

Suppose she was carrying on with Storrs and Owens.

And suppose your Miss Settle fancied Owens and was jealous of her? She's not

Miss Settle, and she doesn't even like him.

There's not.

But suppose she was having an affair with Owens and he was looking next door

instead.

She had the key to the house.

She could have been in and out there all the time, sniffing things out. We are

not looking for a woman, Lewis.

She put you straight on the floor, didn't she?

She pretends not to like Owens, but she gives him his alibi.

Right, let's check that alibi. You go down to the Oxford Mail. Find out

precisely when Owen's got there.

Find out everything about him. There's something wrong with that man.

Feel it in my... Beer?

Thank you, Lewis.

No, no, I'll take you up on it later. Now, let's get on.

What do you mean, it's too erudite?

Oh, all right, but for God's sake.

What?

Wouldn't anyone feel better suited to the mastership than Julian?

No, you can't quote that.

I see nothing wrong with ambition.

Matter of fact, I don't think there's enough of it about.

I'd rather not do that.

No, no, we're not politicians. It's all very gentlemanly.

Well, Julian's willing, I suppose.

So long as there's nothing too personal.

Can we do both at once?

Yes, I can arrange.

Okay. Yeah.

Thanks.

Yeah.

It's childish, I know, but...

Well, it wasn't really a grand passion on her side or mine. It was more a...

I just liked her.

Very much.

I... Well, she... understood.

She... Understood what, sir?

My wife is a...

We met on a cruise in the

Pacific. I was the, you know, guest lecturer.

And she, um...

Well, everyone drinks rather a lot on those things, and to tell you the truth,

didn't really notice.

Another? Thanks.

She, Angela,

I mean, in her own way, she's... Look,

there's no need for her to know about me and Rachel, is there? I don't know,

sir.

Where were you at seven o 'clock this morning?

Me?

Oh, up and about.

I mean, I like to start work early, always have done, ever since I was in

um, in the, um... Well, anthropology begins at dawn.

Before, sometimes.

Can your wife confirm where you were, sir?

Ah, well, you see, we have separate bedrooms.

She likes to sleep in, you see, and, um...

But this morning, as it happens, I went into hers and we... But for God's sake,

if you ask her about that, she'll want to know why.

She'll know other witnesses.

What, do you have witnesses when you're in bed with your wife?

I'm not married.

Mr Settle... Oh, come on.

You don't want to believe everything Adolphe Settle tells you.

I'm sorry, she... She didn't approve of our liaison.

She was hardly one to speak.

She... One of my colleagues and she, they... Which colleague was

that?

I'm sorry, I'd really rather not say.

It was Dennis Cornford.

My rival for master, as it happens.

He's married since. If you ask me, that's why Adele... What would the

say if they knew what both candidates have been up to?

Congratulations, I should imagine.

The only way you can get rid of a master here is for moral turpitude.

And if that meant fornication, we'd be lucky to keep one in 500 years.

I understand they take rather that liberal view in the Pacific.

What?

Oh, yes, well, they did what the wretched missionaries got there.

You, um... My father was obsessed with Captain Cook.

Captain James Cook, 1728 to 1779, he always called him.

Said he was the greatest explorer that ever lived.

Oh, well, you see, you couldn't say that nowadays.

No, the correct modern view is that Western explorers brought guns, disease

Christianity, each equally destructive to an idyllic way of life.

Idyllic.

If things had been different... Oh, God!

You know, sometimes I wish I ran a little corner shop and sold jujubes.

I expect you'd really rather run a college, sir.

Yes, well... I think I'm really more a scholar than an administrator.

I've got a two -day conference this weekend in Bath, as a matter of fact.

But it means a great deal to my wife.

Hi, Chai Cornford.

Oh, Clixby, hello.

Well, yeah, um, okay.

I can manage that.

You know what it's like around here, Sergeant.

You don't put razor wire in a ring of anti -personnel mines around your car

park. Lord Nuffield didn't know what he was starting.

With this system, we can not only keep unauthorised cars out, we can check

coming in and out and when.

With flexi -timers, it's rather too much having to trust people's word about

when they come and go.

Can't rely on anyone these days.

How's Mr Owen?

Oh, I don't mean Jeff.

One of the hardest -working people on my star.

Oh.

Here between 7 and 7 .20, every morning, week in, week out.

Not due till 7 .30.

Good company, man, Jeff.

What about this morning?

7 .18 and 14 seconds.

And you left again?

8 .43 and 57 seconds.

Thanks.

It's just with him being a neighbour, you know.

He's furious.

Lives next door to a murder and misses it.

No use to you, Quixby. You couldn't get half your book then. And to make a

decent drawing room, you'd have to gut the whole front and put in at least two

RSJs.

Whatever they may be.

I do love house hunting.

It gives me a chance to pry into other people's lives, all their little

and shabbiness.

This place is only shabby because they're going to move.

Your house isn't shabby. Your taste.

Everyone thinks it most original.

But we're not going to move.

Or are we?

It was so sweet of you to lend your expertise to help an old man.

Can I beg the further favour of a cup of tea before I return to the lodgings,

which could so easily...

Ah, Lewis.

What's the stop press from the Oxford Mail?

Geoffrey Owens has done a pretty good story.

And what's the story on Geoffrey Owens?

It was clocked into the car park, 7 .18, clocked out again, 8 .43.

Forensic says the gun was a Beretta .38 automatic.

Oh, and Dr. Hobson says Miss James wasn't pregnant.

Stores say where he was.

In bed with his wife.

Having an affair often makes a man keener to make love to his wife, they

me. No one makes love before breakfast, not on a weekday.

He'd got a bad back, too.

He used to tell his wife he was going off to see his physio, which, of course,

he was.

Let's see what Mrs. Thor said she was doing this morning.

So classically beautiful here.

Nymph and shepherd and a crystal lake.

More chemical than crystal.

The farmer lets his slurry leak into the stream and kills all the fish.

Oh, dear.

Appearance and reality at odds again.

Two sugars, please.

Your appearance in reality aren't at odds, though.

You really do love Dennis, in spite of the age difference.

Because of it, maybe.

Experience and innocence, you know?

How much do you know about his experience?

I know about Adele Cecil, if that's what you mean.

She wasn't the only one.

I should hope not. A man his age?

Anyways, I'm more interested in the future than the past.

Quite right.

Away with old fogies like me.

Not relevant, are we?

Not like, is it media studies Dennis wants to introduce so we'll all know how

work our videos?

Well, you need a PhD for that.

You and Dennis, you misjudge me, you know.

I live entirely for the present.

People do as they get older.

Well, I'm glad there are compensations.

And to be brutally up to the minute, not to say state of the art.

I presently have power to change your life.

And I don't see the point of having power if one doesn't abuse it, do you?

This isn't funny, Quickspeed. No.

The deal is, as you Americans say, I can make Dennis master, but only if

you... Think of it as charity, my dear.

Making an old man happy.

Old man? Or creep?

And when I tell Dennis... Oh, if Dennis gets to know this conversation, George

Summers will express his preference for Julian's stores immediately.

You can just piss off out of our garden.

Think about it, my dear.

The tiny sacrifice.

The huge reward.

Thanks for tea.

Are you sure you won't have one?

Thanks, but on duty, you know.

I'm sorry. I am rather nervous.

I've never been questioned by the police before.

It's not really a questioning, madam. We just have to eliminate all Miss James's

clients from our inquiries.

Of course.

Such a horrible... All I really need to know is where your husband was between 7

and 7 .30 this morning.

What did he tell you?

But I don't know how you expect us to prove it.

You're quite sure of the time, Mrs. Storrs.

When you get to our age, Inspector, it happens so rarely you remember every

single detail.

I think it must have been the excitement about the college that set my husband

off. Did he tell you about that?

Yes.

Anyway...

As it happens, my radio alarm went off just as

Jim Norty at a time like that.

And before you ask if there were any witnesses to this hardly unusual act,

I had a pretty good figure when I was young, and I tried most things but

lovemaking.

Have you ever tried that?

No, no.

Nor have I.

So, does this mean you're going to keep us on your list of suspects?

What makes you think that you're a suspect, madam?

Oh, but suppose my husband did it and I was lying to protect him.

Wouldn't that make me an accessory?

Yes.

Well, perhaps you did.

Perhaps I am.

But we mustn't joke about such things.

That poor girl.

You're sure you wouldn't like a drink?

Quite sure. Thank you.

Maybe Mrs. Storr killed Miss James.

She had the motive.

She couldn't shoot straight enough.

Not the amount she drinks.

Well, there's people, surgeons and that, who drink to steady themselves.

We are looking for a man, Lewis.

Ah, Lewis. Ah,

Morse. How's it going?

Nothing much to report yet, sir.

What's the matter, brain or what it was?

My brain is fine, thank you.

I did the day of times crossword in 11 minutes.

If you spent less time on your crosswords, matey, and more on your

perhaps you would have something to tell me.

I'd like to have something to tell the Chief Constable tomorrow morning.

It's his team against the Lord Lieutenant.

And the Chief's done me the honour of asking me to tee off with him against

Henry. Nice for you.

Give you a chance to get some advice about your pension.

Well, he's the chairman of an insurance company, isn't he? One doesn't talk

business on a golf course, Morse.

You keep him up to the mark with this.

No more crosswords.

And a lot less beer.

Where can I park the car?

Would you be wanting it this evening, sir? No.

Then if you'd just give me the key.

Evening, officer.

Evening, sir.

You have to come.

Hi there.

Oh, Ted.

It's a first to find a pair that's wrapped here. It's supposed to wear off,

know? Who says?

Right.

Founder's feast tonight.

Angela will be wearing something extremely expensive and vulgar.

So we must go for understated elegance.

What have you got?

Uh, you know the secrets of my wardrobe, hon.

Yes.

Time for a commando raid on the boutiques.

We've got to show this woman up, Shelley.

People quite like Julia.

We've got to keep reminding them what a cow she is.

We're not just a teeny bit letting this election affect our judgment, are we?

Nothing in my life has ever mattered more.

And you are entirely to blame.

I used to laugh at people who talked about having a purpose in life.

Not anymore.

Come in.

Good morning, sir. Good morning, madam.

Just down there.

If there's anything that you need, please ring room service.

Thank you very much.

Angela.

Breakfast.

Something the matter, madam?

We're supposed to be going racing, but he won't answer the phone, and he's

usually up by half past six, but I can't wake him.

Mr. Owen?

Mr. Owen?

Mr. Owen?

Oh, for God's sake.

Move over.

Weekend drivers.

No need to kill us.

It's number 15.

I know it is, Dixon, and I know where you were supposed to be all night,

Bloxham Drive safe for its inhabitants.

I was here, sir. Did you hear the shot?

No, sir.

What were you listening to? Heavy metal.

Oh, what?

Look at this.

Looks awfully like the twin brother of the one that did such a good job next

door.

I'll excavate the other one when I get back to the lab.

And the idea when?

Same time as yesterday, I should guess.

7 to 7 .30.

As for tomorrow, I should say probably 7 to 7 .30.

Shall we put it in our diaries now?

Looks like Owen's let him in.

No sign of forcible entry.

The front door was locked and the back door was shut, but the snib wasn't on,

so... Right.

Came through the garden again.

Don't you think you should put a guard on number 13?

What? I'm sure the few remaining un -murdered citizens of Bloxham Drive will

welcome a little protection.

And the killer's working his way down the street.

17, 15, 13's obviously next.

Griddly job for a woman, Lewis.

These remarks she keeps making.

It's a form of displacement activity.

Oh, yeah?

Who lives at number 13?

Wait a minute.

11? 15?

There is no number 13.

You're coming along from there looking for Owens at number 15.

7, 9, 11, 13, 15.

But as the builder was superstitious, and there's no number 13...

Nine times out of ten, the victim is known to the

murderer.

Rachel James was the tenth.

She didn't know him, and he didn't know her.

Because it wasn't her he meant to kill.

I know he fired through the blind at Miss James, at her silhouette.

Even so, surely he could see it was a woman.

Rachel James had her hair pulled back, didn't she?

Like his horrible ponytail.

Talk about death by misadventure.

Staken for the next door neighbour.

You better get back to the Oxford Mail. I'll see what I can dig up here.

Let's try in there.

No, no, it's too expensive.

Nonsense. It's war to the death. I want you to blow Angela right out of the

water.

Bloody hell!

Miss Strange?

I thought you should know, sir.

I think Rachel James was killed by mistake for Geoffrey Owens.

I don't care if she was... All right, thanks.

Yes, right, thanks.

I'm sorry, sir, I forgot to switch it off.

You shouldn't bring your work onto the course, Strange. There's no way to

It just doesn't do.

You must play the shot again, Sir Henry, of course.

Thank you, I will.

Bloody hell!

Is he working on anything dodgy?

Well, he told me. He just did the usual local stories.

People like him?

Never any complaints.

He's a bit reserved.

Aloof, you might say.

I mean, coming in earlier than anyone else, leaving before everyone else.

He didn't mix with the rest of us. He didn't seem to want to.

He only really had one, Obie.

She's the one that was going racing with him this morning.

This one lives right across the road.

You're very iffy about him, apparently.

Now I see why.

Not into commitment, eh, Geoffrey?

If you ask me, starting early in the morning, damn good excuse for not

the night before, if you follow me.

Complicated love like that.

How much did you pay him?

Not enough for the way he carried on.

Almost assumed he had private money.

I don't need two, darling.

You only need ten when I'm master.

We're going to be dining all over England.

I'm perfectly happy with life as it is, Daniel.

You mustn't be disappointed if... You don't honestly think I could lose?

No. To Julian's stores?

No, it's just... You want it so badly, it's scary.

If I don't get the mastership, it'll be too late.

I'll have wasted my... I'll have let you down.

Let's leave these in your room. I'll change there before the feast. They

get crushed in the car.

Oh, God.

You start taking your clothes off in college.

Look at this.

Owens was a blackmailer.

I found all these in his study.

So that's where the money came from.

Certainly wasn't his salary.

Looks like he was under something at Lonsdale College.

He has his own story, written a few weeks ago, about the master of

retirement. There's nothing in it that everyone doesn't know already.

So why should he keep it in a special file?

And put these initials there.

D .C.

That's Dennis Cornford. He's one of the college fellows.

Candidate to succeed C .B.

Sir Clicksby Bream.

Who's M?

I don't know.

It's not Julian Storrs, obviously.

We can forget about Storrs. Now we know his girlfriend was murdered by mistake.

Well, he couldn't have killed Owens anyway.

Not if he's in Bath.

Well, it's better to check what it was, I suppose, and make sure there really is

a conference.

Right.

I know his face, don't I?

Lord Hardiman.

He used to be government spokesman on transport. Very hot on family values.

Haven't heard him pronouncing recently.

And these others.

Now, this one is fraud.

This one is fiddling the books.

And this.

This?

Well, you can see for yourself.

They all go back a long way, but this one, this one I have heard of.

Kenneth Martin was a businessman about to sail away from his wife with some

bimbo. So wife and daughter shot him and then set fire to the boat.

Alex Martin?

She there, yeah?

She is indeed, but what's she got to do with the mastership of Lonsdale?

I want all these people investigated.

Now.

Sir, I've got to go into my son's school this afternoon.

See the headmaster.

On a Saturday?

Yeah, it's, er... Him and his mates. I don't know what they've done exactly.

But then after coming to all the parents... I'm sorry, Liz, we're dealing

double murder here.

I've got to go, sir.

I'll only be an hour or so.

Well... Well,

do what you can before you go.

Adele! It's Morse!

Sorry.

I've had journalists bringing the bell all morning. It's been absolutely...

to get out for a bit?

I didn't realize you and Jeffrey Owens had... No, we did not.

I could never not live a man like that.

Like what exactly?

I couldn't trust him.

Oh, come on.

You can't seriously...

You expect me to jeopardize my marriage, my own happiness, and Dennis's?

Well, now, Dennis's happiness.

You're new to Oxford.

You don't understand.

The Dons are malicious, spiteful creatures.

They don't vote for someone. They vote against them.

That's why they'll vote against Dennis.

Even though he's the best man for the job.

Why? I don't understand.

He'll let them know how much he wants it. A fatal error.

They'll vote for Julian in spite of his wife because he doesn't seem so

ambitious. Though, of course, he is. Probably more.

Are you saying... Do you mean Julian already has it in the bag?

Because if so... It would be if the bag in this case wasn't a money bag.

The spite of the Lonsdale fellows is nothing compared to their greed.

And a million and a half pounds?

Well... I really do control the future, Shelley.

Dennis can be master, but only if you do what I want.

I think you should ask yourself, would Dennis ever forgive you if he knew you

ruined the one great chance in his life?

It drove him mad.

All the other girls rolled over, but I... I'm not like that.

I look for...

I don't know, but not... If that's how you felt, how could you be friends?

Oh, I... I baffled him.

Jeff wanted to understand what it was I... I... I think

I was the only one who ever told him off.

His mum died when he was a little boy, you see.

He left his whole family behind when he moved south.

He boasted about that.

How they were all very ordinary people, while he...

It's not very flattering to be treated as mother by someone of his age, but...

There was a conscience there.

Vestigial. Very vestigial, I'd say.

Did you know he was a blackmailer?

He seems to have been blackmailing Sir Clicksby Bream.

Among others.

And, um... I believe you also know Dennett Cornford.

He thinks of being blackmailing him, too.

Oh, my... My God.

This is too awful. I... What?

Dennis went to see Geoffrey last night.

I saw him.

you in a minute.

I hate French.

That's got nothing to do with it.

It's a question of manners.

I thought at least we brought you up to be well -mannered.

Quite apart from the fact we've got a double murder on our hands.

I've had to leave work in the middle of an investigation because of you and your

mate. Will you help me write my apology?

Please, Dad, you know I'm no good at French.

Ask your mother.

I've got to get back to work.

When do you get home, Dad? Well, I may be late tonight.

You never help me.

You're always too busy.

Come on. Why do you put up with it? That stupid old bloke ordering you about.

Now look.

Time you got a life.

That's funny.

Geoffrey Owens.

You may have been the last person to see him alive.

Except his murderer, of course.

What were you doing at Owens last night, sir?

He wanted to do an interview about the mastership.

Seemed pretty sure I was going to get it. I don't know why.

And I do bits and pieces for the mail, economic matters.

I've done a piece on the EMU, actually trying to simplify it for the layman.

How long were you there, sir?

About half an hour. And then?

I went home.

My wife will tell you. See, it's not so much last night as this morning.

First thing this morning.

Oh, that's easy enough.

I jog before breakfast along the lanes around Rowsham with Paul Thompson. He's

solicitor in Bicester. He'll tell you.

Thank you, sir.

And the journalism, that's your only connection with Mr Owens?

Absolutely.

Sure, sir.

Because, you see, we believe he was engaged in blackmail.

Good God.

Jeff.

Really? We found a piece of paper with your initials, among others. There must

be hundreds, thousands of people with my initials. Connected with Ciclix B.

Brim.

I understand, sir, that you and Miss Adele Cecil... Oh, everyone knows that.

I mean, it was before.

Before I went to America and met my wife. Does she know about it? Of course.

Any time you want to do it again.

Once was quite enough.

Well, if that's your attitude.

Actually, you could do it a thousand times, and I still wouldn't support

You Americans are so naive.

What the hell do you mean?

Dennis once had an affair with my wife.

Never told you that, did he?

He ruined my marriage.

I've waited a long time for the chance to ruin his.

Thank you for being so...

But you said you... You sold yourself like a common whore for nothing.

Dennis will never be master.

You bastard.

See you at Founders' Feast, my dear.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Did I... Well, if you will drink vodka and tonic before lunch, then have a

bottle of wine.

Darling, look.

Tonight is very important.

You really have to... Just wait till you see the dress I bought in Bath.

Right, thank.

Who is it?

A .M. She's Angela Storrs. Who?

Oh, they kept the file open.

Alice Martin got off the murder because the only evidence was a confession from

her daughter.

Deborah, she was called, gave it to an undercover policewoman, which the court

ruled made it invalid.

So, mother and daughter walked off without a proverbial stain.

changed their surname to Cullingham.

Alice became Angela Deborah Diane.

And ten years later, Angela Cullingham became Mrs Angela Storrs.

How did Owen know that?

He's a reporter. He could follow the story.

But if they got off, they can't be tried again.

So how would he use... Judicial rules don't apply in fleets, Louis.

Especially if someone wants a story forgotten.

And so, just imagine, a distinguished scholar about to become master of an

Oxford college.

His wife suddenly exposes as a murderess.

Oh, we've cracked it, Lewis.

The doors were in baths last night.

There is a conference. I got Jackson to check it out.

They were served breakfast in the hotel room at eight this morning. Yes, but

they were in Oxford when Rachel James was killed.

Yeah, but we're assuming it's the same killer, aren't we?

Well, perhaps when the first attempt went wrong, they hired someone to shoot

Owens for them. Fixed up a professional killer?

Doctor and Mrs Storrs within 24 hours?

Well, if A .M. didn't kill Owens, that just leaves C .B. and D .C.

And for the last two mornings, Dennis Cornfield was jogging around Rowsham

a highly respectable solicitor.

Well, then it must be Sir Bosset Bream.

I note.

You know, sometimes I wonder why I married you.

Other times... I know exactly.

Don't, don't. You'll wreck the illusion.

Owens was a bit of a crawler, but he didn't attempt blackmail me, I assure

Why do you think your name was in his file?

I can't think.

I mean, I've never done anything so far as I remember.

I'm sure it would be something that you'd remember.

What else was in this file?

Nothing.

That's what's so odd.

Where were you between 7 and 7 .30 this morning, sir?

In bed.

Have you any... One of the great lacks in my life, Chief Inspector, is a

concubine.

Look, this is really... I'm sorry, sir, but if you wouldn't mind.

My wife died three years ago. Since when I... My housekeeper comes in at a

quarter to eight to make my breakfast.

She saw me this morning at the usual time.

Got a car, sir?

Yes, but really it's quite preposterous to accuse me.

We're not accusing you, sir.

Just trying to eliminate you from our inquiry.

Can you think of any reason why Owen should have kept this cutting about the

mastership? Perhaps he knew something about one of the candidates for my

succession.

Oh.

Julian Storrs did spend his youth in the South Seas measuring the size of

women's breasts.

Very important work, apparently.

But a very discreet man.

Dennis Cornford, though, went off to the Harvard Business School for a year.

Came back with the most appalling jargon.

And one of his students for his wife.

We know nothing about her.

Americans, American women, you know, they have very different ideas to ours

about... About what?

She's very open, you know, about her ambition for her husband.

And Mrs. Storrs?

Angela, she's ambitious too, of course, but more subtle.

Late marriage.

Not quite top draw, but then, these days, I like Angela.

Look, I'm awfully sorry, but we have this feast, and we have a most important

guest, George Summers, Allied Steel Engineering.

He's making a most generous donation to... If you could just give me the name

and address of your housekeeper, sir. Oh, come.

Do you honestly think... I never think, sir.

Didn't get a degree.

Where the hell have you been? Chapel's in five minutes.

Why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

About Ewan Crigsby's wife.

For God's sake, get your clothes on. We'll talk about this later. But you

know what you've done. You don't know... Clothes!

It's your fault.

What is my fault?

Ten years ago.

Eight years before I met you.

For God's sake, this is all very old history. Anyway, who told you? He did,

course. He's never forgiven you.

What?

When did he say that? When was this?

This afternoon.

He came round this afternoon.

came round to tell you that.

Why?

What's going on between you two?

All you ever talk about is the mastership, the mastership. It's the

you care about. Well, if you wanted it that bad... What?

He said he'd make sure you get it.

I didn't know... Wait, wait, wait.

Yes. And you?

Yes.

So you could be master of Longdale Bastard College.

Oh, for God's sake, you are the stupidest.

How could you fall for it?

He's been screwing Angela Storrs for years. You want to flee for it?

Oh, my God.

Shelley.

How could you?

I was trying to help you.

You filthy tar.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Shelley. Shelley.

Let me go. Shelley.

Oh, my God.

Shelley.

Ambulance.

Lonsdale College.

Emergency.

I've heard of mutton dressed as lamb, but never before as chicken.

Morse, I'm at Lonsdale College.

Get Dr. Hobson over here right away.

We've got another violent death on our hands.

Amen. Amen.

Mr.

Comfort.

I'm very sorry, sir.

You, yes.

It was an accident, of course. One of the students saw the whole thing.

I'm very sorry we imagined.

Even for a moment.

You don't know what sorrow is.

Would you like to tell me exactly what happened, sir?

She loved me so much.

She...

You go through life trying to... You think you're fat?

I'm withdrawing from the mastership, resigning my fellowship.

I couldn't breathe.

I'd kill him.

People... People who like tearing the wings off a butt.

I don't want to at a time like this, but you're really sure

you can't help us about the death of Geoffrey Owens?

Owens, I'm sorry I can't. I only knew him on business.

How am I going?

She... She will.

We could have stayed at home, you know.

But you need to be fresh for tomorrow morning's seminar.

So I do.

DC. What?

There's someone else with the initials DC.

Della Settle.

She's Adele, not Della. No, Owen's called Adele.

Look, we've believed everything she's told us, haven't we?

She pointed us to Dr Storrs and then she pointed us to Mr Cornfield.

But everything diverted attention away from her.

Now, perhaps she was having an affair with Owen and he was two -timing her

Rachel James.

Or maybe there was no mistake in the number of the house.

She killed both of them.

Maybe she did.

More?

Sad case.

Sad?

I have to tell you things like this.

There's a pub down the road.

Wouldn't like to buy me a drink.

I'd love to, but... Oh, sorry, I forgot.

Would you let me buy you a drink?

I'm sorry, but... There's someone I have to see.

Oh, well, then, of course.

No drinking on duty for Chief Inspector Morse.

Right, then.

I'll see you at Bloxham Drive tomorrow morning.

I think we should try and get there before the murder, don't you?

Save a lot of time.

People who do crosswords have blanks in their lives.

And they haven't a clue how to do them.

I have to think.

When I told you Geoffrey Owens was blackmailing people, you didn't happen

one of them.

What on earth could he blackmail me about?

Dennis Cornford.

Who the hell told you about that?

Dr Storrs.

Julian Storrs should look to his own affairs.

What did that mean?

Him and Rachel.

Then his daughter, the stepdaughter.

Rachel told me she was living with a married man and he left a wife and three

children.

He was useless for Rachel. You're not answering my question. Oh, come on.

Dennis and I were grown -ups.

Neither of us was married.

It all ended three years ago when he... Who on earth would care in this

day and age anyway?

You have to abuse children or dogs or... You suspected me all along,

hadn't you?

Pretending to be nice when all the time you... Please.

Something very... tragic happened this evening.

There was an accident.

Mrs Cornford is dead.

Oh, God, no.

Oh.

Oh, poor Dennis.

That beautiful girl.

He was so in love with her.

Oh.

Oh, poor Dennis.

Do you still love him, Adele?

No, no. I'm long over that, but... Did you love Geoffrey Owens?

No. Ever? No!

Where were you at 7 .30 this morning?

Down the road, shooting Geoffrey, of course.

Just as I shot Rachel on Friday.

Saturday mornings, I'm disc jockey for the Nuffield Hospital radio between 6am

and 9.

About 20 people can tell you where I was between those hours.

Satisfied?

bugger up a job sometimes.

You have to put aside all you know.

How you could possibly imagine?

I have to imagine everything.

So many deaths.

So much horror. How can you bear it?

My mother was a Quaker.

I have an overwhelming sense of duty.

Even when it goes against your own interest?

Especially, though.

How can I make it up to you?

Well, you could start by telling me your name.

Moss.

Everyone just calls me Moss.

I do have a first name, of course, but I'd have to know you better.

You won't get to know me better if you don't tell me.

My whole life's effort has

revolved around Eve.

Nine letters.

And that is the truth.

The whole truth.

Half another.

While I work it out.

I'd love to, but... Better be off, then.

Quaker side of you.

It doesn't overwhelm everything else, I hope.

Good night.

Catching up on your sleep, Lewis?

Just thinking.

Any joy?

Modified raptor.

She is completely innocent.

Not completely.

Her and Dennis Cornford.

What were you thinking about?

Someone else.

With the initials DC.

Angela Storr's daughter.

Diane Cullingham.

I'll pick you up at six in the morning.

We're off to Bath.

They've got this exchange teacher over from France.

Very young.

They all hate French.

She's no good at discipline, obviously.

And the phone got out of hand and made her cry.

I feel so ashamed that he doesn't get enough of me time, my lad.

That's the problem.

Not enough quality time.

And I told him off.

Told me to get a life.

I said something like that to my dad once.

He looked as though I'd hit him. He said, I've done what I can for you

He said,

I've done my best.

I've tried to set you an example.

If you think there's a better way to live, that's up to you, but... I've done

best.

And that's all anyone could say.

But that's just it.

Have I? Of course you have.

If anything else you need, madam, please ring room service.

Thanks. That is nonfat milk.

One nonfat, one ordinary.

Thanks.

They got here about half seven Friday evening and ate in the restaurant.

Got the itemised bills if you want them.

Never know.

Bellariac. It's a kind of root... It's delicious.

Baked cod.

Only have baked fish when the wife's slumming. We always have it. What did

have for Saturday breakfast?

Um, full English for both of them with hot chocolate.

Well, not slumming, eh?

For lunch, she just had goat's cheek salad.

It is.

And a bottle of red wine, which is... What did he have?

He was out at a conference and they had to go back to Oxford for dinner. But

this morning, one full English breakfast with chocolate, the other, special

request for virtually fat -free milk with Weetabix, natural yoghurt and brown

toast and decaffeinated coffee.

Why would anyone suddenly change her habits like that?

Perhaps she didn't.

Perhaps it was two different women.

How many single women were staying here on Friday night?

I could soon find out for you. Just tell Sergeant Lewis.

Morning, sir.

Hello. What are you doing here?

Working, sir. Same as you are.

Could I have a moment?

Yes, but I'm due at my conference at nine. I shan't keep you long, sir.

Mrs. Thorpe?

She's sleeping in.

Look, you don't need to tell her about... No, we're not.

I'll walk with you.

Mrs Livingston. She's a regular. Takes her son out from school most weekends.

Miss or Mrs?

Probably Miss.

Caroline Gore.

She's still here.

American.

And Miss Diane Cullingham.

We've not seen her before.

This is Miss Cullingham. Where does she live?

Tame.

Near Oxford.

Enjoying the hotel?

The food here... You and your wife, you're gourmets, I understand.

Well, I am. My wife, alas, is diabetic.

Which means she's rather limited in what she... Does the name Geoffrey Owens

mean anything to you, sir?

The Oxford mailman?

Yes, he rang me just the other day. Why?

He was shot yesterday morning by the same gun that shot Miss James.

Good God.

He was Miss James's next -door neighbour.

Really? No, I didn't know that.

No?

Oh, God, what a dreadful thing.

I don't think, I mean... Did Miss James ever talk to you about himself?

Not that I recall.

I mean, I really don't remember her ever saying anything about... But then we

didn't have much time for that guy.

All right, sir.

But you do understand why I felt obliged to see you. Yes, yes, yes, of course.

If anything does occur to you, At what time will you be back from your

conference? I, uh... Well, to tell you the truth, I was... I was planning to

skip the 11 o 'clock session.

It's about lap landers, and they're not really my, um... My wife and I were

planning to take a walk. Right, right.

Thank you, sir.

Diane Cullingham. Spent Friday night only.

Thought so.

Lives in Tame. D .C. Jackson's on standby.

Well done, Lewis.

Right. It always went back to 11.

Get Jackson to confirm she is who we think she is.

Meanwhile... You haven't got a pound, have you? I seem to.

You improve your mind with that, will you?

But first...

Ask the maid if she thinks it was the same woman she saw in the store's room

both days.

And we may need some collaboration from our local colleague.

Right then.

You'll find me in the Daha.

There's so many breakfasts. It'll be important, Cathy.

I think... Well, I definitely called this morning.

Yesterday.

She was still sort of under the bedclothes.

Just sort of grunted.

So you couldn't swear it was the same woman?

I wouldn't once. Right.

Yeah? Thanks.

Thanks very much.

How are you doing?

The AZ puzzle is the best in the world, Lewis. No question about that. But some

of the words... You need a dictionary.

I thought you'd sold one at birth.

Doors.

Hello, darling.

Hello, darling.

Will you walk?

I'm sorry, sir, madam.

Oh, well, this is my sergeant, Sergeant Lewis. I wonder if you mind answering

some questions about the death of Rachel James and Geoffrey Owens.

Shall we?

Miss Cullingham?

Yes.

D .C. Jackson.

Now, come in.

I know where you were alleged to be on Friday morning, madam, but where were

on Friday night and Saturday morning?

I was here, at the hotel.

When? What do you mean, when?

I was here all night.

We got here what time was it, Julian? It would be 6 .30, 7 o 'clock.

We never left the hotel.

Sure about that, madam? You can ask the concierge.

He took the car away, didn't bring it back till yesterday afternoon.

So we had to go to Oxford for the feast.

Ah, but Mrs Storrs didn't need your car Friday night, did he, madam?

Not when you had your daughters.

Diane Cullingham is your daughter.

And she did stay here Friday night.

In another room in the hotel.

Taking your place in your bed.

sometime early on Saturday morning, while you drove back to Oxford in her

waited till seven o 'clock, and then went to call on Geoffrey Owens, by

arrangement, I presume.

You'd told him you'd got the money he wanted in return for his silence.

He was blackmailing you about the strange death of your first husband.

But, of course, you couldn't trust him, could you?

So you shot him, just as you shot Rachel James, by mistake, the previous

morning. Now, look here, Inspector. Do you want to make a statement now, sir?

Because if so, I must caution you.

You are a diabetic, Mrs. Storrs.

Yes. But your daughter is not.

She eats a hearty breakfast.

While you... You bloody fool!

You... None of this had anything to do with me, Inspector.

I didn't even know she'd killed her first husband.

That's right. Blame me.

While you were with that child, I was going to make us master.

Angela Stahl, I'm arresting you on the charge of the murders of Rachel James

Geoffrey Owens.

You don't have to say anything unless you wish to do so.

If there's anything you do say, maybe...

What can I say?

One fellow of the college and his wife are reigned for murder.

Another suspected of pushing his wife downstairs.

No, he isn't. It was an accident.

One entirely of your making.

Oh, come.

I mean, I'm very sorry.

Appalled. But really, one little act of infidelity.

Destroyed her.

That's very melodramatic, officer.

But since both candidates have now withdrawn, I suppose I shall simply have

fold you on.

Oh, if you attempt to do that, sir.

I shall see that the full details of your deceit of Mrs. Cornford are made

to the press.

That is blackmail. You deserve ten years.

The sooner you leave Oxford, the better, sir.

Well done, Morse.

Very well done indeed.

So, let's see if I've got this clear.

Julian Storrs murdered Kenneth Martin, right?

No, sir.

Mrs. Storrs, then Martin, murdered her then -husband, Kenneth, with the help,

not entirely willing, perhaps, of her daughter, Diane.

I see.

How come she was such a good shot?

Her first husband bought her a gun. She was a member of a gun club, practiced

regularly.

And, of course, on him.

Well, I think you've done... Well, you and Lewis.

I was talking to the chief constable only ten minutes ago. Arranging another

match?

I'm giving up golf.

It's better than giving up work, sir.

Yes, well, on days like today, when things go well, I feel... I feel I

will soldier on.

That's the spirit, sir.

That which we are.

We are.

One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong

in will to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Are you feeling all right, Morse? Tannison, sir.

My father made me learn it by heart.

You've made it.

Well, what else do I have to do on a Sunday than hang around in pubs for a

of it?

You haven't met Sergeant Lewis, have you?

Adele, that's all. Hi. Hello.

What will you have to drink?

A malt, if that's all right.

Ah, very all right.

Adele, you're in the chair.

What?

You still owe me a pint from two days ago.

A pint? I'm always in the chair.

This anagram around Eve.

I've tried and I've tried, but all I can come up with is Endeavour.

And that one's called Endeavour.

Surely.

I... I told you my mother was a Quaker.

And Quakers sometimes call their children names like Hope and

Patience.

My father was obsessed with Captain Cook, and his ship was called

Endeavour.

Why aren't you both laughing?

You poor sod.

I'm not calling you Endeavour.

Call him Sir.

No ice, that. Oh, no.

No. I'll dick to more.

Like everyone else.

Will you be wanting the car this evening, sir?

Certainly not.

If you'd just give me the keys then, sir.

Are we going to have room service or go down to dinner?

I thought perhaps...