As he drove his chief down to Kidlington, Lewis returned the conversation to where it had begun.
You haven't told me what you think about this fellow Owens - the dead woman's next-door neighbour.
Death is always the next-door neighbour
,said Morse sombrely.
The murder of a young woman . . . A cryptic seventeenth-century love poem . . . And a photograph of a mystery grey-haired man . . .
More than enough to set Chief Inspector E. Morse on the trail of a killer.
And it's a trail that leads him to Lonsdale College, where the contest between Julian Storrs and Dr Denis Cornford for the coveted position of Master is hotting up.
But then Morse faces a greater, far more personal crisis . . .
