By Colin Dexter
As he drove his leader all the way down to Kidlington, Lewis back the dialog to the place it had began. ‘You haven’t informed me what you consider this fellow Owens – the useless woman’s next-door neighbour.’ ‘Death is usually the next-door neighbour,’ stated Morse sombrely. The homicide of a tender lady . . . A cryptic ‘seventeenth-century’ love poem . . . And a photo of a secret grey-haired guy . . . good enough to set leader Inspector E. Morse at the path of a killer. And it’s a path that leads him to Lonsdale university, the place the competition among Julian Storrs and Dr Denis Cornford for the coveted place of grasp is hotting up. yet then Morse faces a better, way more own hindrance . . .