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This street's called St. Giles, and there's been a fair here every September

since the Middle Ages.

The whole road's blocked for days.

I don't know how the people get around.

They walk.

Give us a break, Sheila. My feet are killing me.

I'm just like Longwood Watterson myself, isn't it, Bill?

What? You've got to be kidding.

All those beautiful chairs and nobody's sitting down. Oh, you're getting old.

Straight ahead is the Martin's Memorial, where the great Protestant martyrs,

Cranmer, Ridley and Latimer, were burned by Bloody Mary.

That's where the tour starts tomorrow morning.

Well, here we are at the hotel, ladies and gentlemen. I must say, this port is

stuck at the moment. I'd be grateful if you could carry your own luggage in.

Anyone with difficulty, I will help. Thank you.

Come on, Laura.

Everything all right?

They're all waiting on us.

Eddie,

come on, help me out here.

All right, you're not helping us.

and Phil in the choir room at the back. Can you get them to change this round? I

really can't think if I'm on a street view. I did tell you that in Cambridge.

Well, if it's all right with you, Mr. Aldrich.

Listen, I'm hanging out church back home. Little Janet here is a deaconess.

whatever she says is okay.

This hotel is unbelievable.

Ah, come on, Laura. Best foot forward.

No messages for me.

No, Mrs. Williams.

Thank you, Mr. Poindexter.

I hope you enjoy your stay.

I intend to. Thank you.

You did remember to tell them I'm a vegan. I did, yes.

And they do understand the difference here between vegan and vegetarian

of that last place.

What's next on the agenda?

Nothing until 6 .30, thank God.

See you guys later. Yeah, okay.

All set in town?

Everything, including me.

Got a few moments.

We should talk.

What's the matter, dear?

I'm afraid so, yes.

What? I'm afraid I can't meet you. What's the matter? I can't meet you.

Why not?

I can't see you again at all.

Looking at Oxford on your own? Oh, come on, Janet. This isn't New York, and we

didn't figure on getting mugged. But without a guide.

I know my way around.

Poor Janet.

She can't even go to the bathroom. It's not part of the program.

You know Janet.

Howard, open up. I'm here.

I'll see you later for the briefing.

Laura, I'm back.

Come on, let me open up.

Are you asleep?

Laura!

The Trojans.

One thing.

Yes, only one.

Certainly.

Best you've got.

No, I don't use plastic. I'll send you a check.

What?

Hang on a moment.

What do you mean, they're in time?

Laura? Laura?

Laura?

Morse. M -O -R -S -E.

Can I send you a reservation?

No, thank you.

Never, never interrupt me when I'm booking my seat for the opera, Lewis.

Sorry, sir.

I might get Madame Butterfly instead of Berlioz.

I might get Handel, for God's sake.

And what's the problem?

Back to Lord?

That's right.

We can't possibly be held responsible.

Geth the Warned, under no circumstances, to leave valuables in their room.

But she didn't leave them, did she?

Didn't leave the room.

She still hasn't.

Well, I suppose not. Not technically speaking, but... I've never actually had

anything like this happen to me before.

What are they going to do? Cancel the tour? I don't know.

I haven't spoken to the organiser yet. I couldn't find her.

What time was that, Mr. Brown?

After.

Oh, excuse me.

What's the story?

Heart attack, massive coronary.

Thank you, Doctor. I was speaking to my sergeant.

I'd like to go if you don't mind. I've got a dinner.

Well, I haven't. I'm on duty and no one leaves until I've spoken to my sergeant.

Who are you?

Morse. Ah, Morse. Well, in that case, I'll wait, of course.

It was still a massive coronary.

Well?

Flo went for a walk.

Okay. Came back.

Found her dead.

And somebody had met the jewels.

Before she died or after?

Did she die on the bed, then? On the floor, actually.

And you moved her?

Yes.

Then you've got some explaining to do, Doctor.

Did no one ever tell you about murder and the furtherance of scent?

Yes, of course, but this wasn't murder. It was a massive coronary brought on by

the shock and horror of finding a man in her room nicking her jewellery, which

means that man, or woman, could be responsible for her death.

But that could be murder, couldn't it, Lewis?

Wouldn't it be manslaughter?

Possibly.

Possibly.

Either way, it's a very serious crime.

And the doctor here apparently authorised the moving of the victim's

Thereby destroying vital evidence.

Just because he had to go to dinner and he wanted to get on hold. Look, for

God's sake! Criminal negligence, wouldn't you say, Lewis?

Look, no -one said anything to me about theft till after that man had... Oh,

that's all right then, isn't it?

Well, it's a pity about the evidence, but if no one told you, then sorry

you've been troubled, Doctor.

Enjoy your evening.

Lewis, get on to Max, tell him I want to see him, will you?

Looking back to an evening, Doctor!

prescribing himself to Nolan Rennie's own eyes after that.

It's true he didn't know about the theft.

None of it did.

Mr. Poindexter didn't notice himself for ten minutes.

Who?

I'll deal with this, Eddie.

Okay.

There's nothing you could have done about it, Eddie.

Not even if you'd been here.

Eddie, that's Mr.

Poindexter. He and Shirley, that's my wife, they decided to go for a walk

Oxford together.

And Laura's feet were killing her, and so were mine.

And when they got back, Laura was just lying there, and the Wilbur coat gun was

gone.

What?

The Wolvercote tongue. It's part of a jewel in the Ashmolean Museum here in

Oxford. It's very old. It's Anglo -Saxon.

Wolvercote?

Yeah, they found it in the Thames River at a place called Wolvercote.

Yeah, that's north of it.

Well, it's got none to it, Wolvercote.

Thank you, Lewis.

It's some kind of a buckle, but the tongue is missing. This bit here, it's

elaborate. It's gold and silver, and Flora's first husband was quite a

collector. He got her a long time ago, and Flora's going...

She was going to give it to the museum to get the two pieces back together

again. You know the Woolvercott Buckle Lewis.

It's one of the gems of the Ashmolean.

No, sir.

I've never been in the place. Oh, yes.

Very fine.

It's very fine.

So, this tongue, it must be worth a lot of money. Oh, I guess so.

Do you know how much, sir?

No, I don't. Laura liked to be mysterious about how rich she was.

Anything else missing apart from the tongue?

I don't know.

Shirley might.

Laura had her travelling pearls with her, I guess.

Sorry? The pearls she carried around with her to wear in the evening, but

weren't worth very much.

Any idea who her contact was at the museum?

Yes, his name's Kemp, Dr Theodore Kemp, and he's waiting for us downstairs right

now.

Now, are we all here?

Have we all got drink?

No, Mrs Roscoe, you haven't got a drink. I don't drink, Sheila.

You'd think she'd know that by now.

Well, I do, I'm afraid.

I'll have another G &T, please.

Has anyone seen the Browns on the Poindexters? Oh, they're always late.

Well, while we're waiting, I'd like to introduce Dr Theodore Kemp of the

Ashmolean, who'll be taking you round the museum tomorrow afternoon.

And he'll be talking to you this evening after our Elizabethan dinner.

and Frederick Downes of St Thomas' College, who'll be leading you round the

college tomorrow morning. He's going to talk to you now.

I hope there won't be too much walking, Mr Downes.

Some of us here are suffering with fallen arches from this trip already.

Now, what is too much? We don't have travellators at Oxford yet, I think.

It's only a couple of hours in the morning, Mr Aldridge, then a good rest

the museum in the afternoon.

Actually, tomorrow's a relatively easy day compared to the day after.

Blenheim Palace, then Stratford -on -Avon. I thought it was Stratford -upon

-Avon.

Oh, yes, it is, of course, but... And we'll be sitting down there, won't we,

the theatre?

Fast asleep.

The last production I saw was anything to go by.

Yes, well, I don't think we'll wait for the others. Cedric, would you like to,

um... Thank you, Sheila.

Now, before I begin, I wonder...

If anyone's interested in modern architecture at all, Oxford isn't all

you know. We have some fine examples of contemporary design.

St Catherine's College, for instance, by the Danish architect Arne Johansson.

Jakobsen. Sorry?

What?

Jakobsen. You said Johansson.

Did I?

Yes, you did.

Yes, you did.

I'm so sorry. I meant Jakobsen.

All these Danes, you never meet one called Hamlet, do you?

Well, if anyone is interested... Mrs. Williams?

Could I have a word?

Well, I'm very sorry, sir, but Chief Inspector Moore thought for you

Right, I'll tell him, sir.

Dr. Thwayne has been our doctor for some time. We've never had any complaints

about him before.

Ah, well, sir, that's the Chief Inspector for you. What is?

Do you mind if we use your office for a moment? Lewis, this is Mrs. Williams,

the group's organiser. I'm so sorry about all this, Mr... If you wouldn't

Right. Well, uh... Thanks.

Sit down.

Sit down.

You look as though you could do with a drink.

It's a joke. I...

Anything looks like drink round here, Lewis?

Looks like he's got everything, sir.

What would you like, Mrs. Williams?

Gin, tea would be fine.

Gin and tonic for the lady.

How many in your group, Mrs. Williams?

Twelve.

That's not very many, is it?

Well, it's rather a special tour for the... It's quite expensive.

The whole idea to be rather exclusive.

Oh.

And the rich do so hate answering questions about themselves. Have you

that? I don't know.

They don't mind asking them.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask everyone where he or she was between 4

when Mr. Poindexter left his wife and went for his walk with Mrs. Brown, and 5

.15, which is approximately when they returned.

I'm sure they won't mind that.

Thanks.

Anything for you, sir?

No, thank you, Lewis. Not on duty.

Would you like to go about your inquiries?

And ask Dr Kemp if he'll come here and see me, will he? Yes, sir.

Another?

I'm sorry, I... Nothing to be sorry about.

Where were you between those times, madam?

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Look, if this is all too much for you...

Had you got to like Mrs.

Poindexter?

No, it's not Mrs.

Poindexter. She was... She was very difficult.

Not that I'm not sorry.

No, it... It's something else.

Ask Dr. Kemp.

He'll explain.

Drink? No, no. Better keep a clear head.

Really, sir? What for?

This news, it's... It's... You knew the lady well? No, no, no. We'd never met.

We'd corresponded, of course. No, what I meant was... It's taken me 15 years to

get the Wolvercott tongue to Oxford, Inspector. I've even set up a special

display, and now... You want to show me?

May I phone my wife?

She'll be expecting me.

Well,

I thought it was very peculiar, Sergeant. I mean, Mr.

Poindexter and Mrs. Brown going out together.

Why's that, madam?

Well, I'd rather not say.

But you have said now, haven't you? Mm -hm.

And you are sure you saw them coming back at 5 .15?

Oh, positive.

I looked at the clock.

The group was due to meet again, you see, and I thought they'd only just have

time to be down again for the briefing.

I thought the whole thing most extraordinary.

By the way, sir, what were you doing between 4 .15 and 5 .15?

You were with Mrs Williams, I understand.

Yes.

What were you doing?

I really don't see what bearing it has on this, you know.

May I be the judge of that, sir?

Very well.

I was ending our affair.

I see. I doubt it. And I very much doubt if it has anything to do with the

disappearance of the Wolvercott tongue.

I'm a married man, Inspector. My wife and I... I try not to do anything to

her. But that means other women get hurt instead.

Sometimes.

There you are.

So that's the buckle that Mrs.

Poindexter had at the time.

They fitted together like that.

They were going to be united for the first time in 1 ,100 years.

Weren't they found together, though?

No, no. A small boy stubbed his foot against the buckle in 1873, swimming in

pool. Although the Wolcott Bridge caused quite a fuss at the time, as you can

see, it's an exceptional object.

It was claimed as a treasure trove.

That word treasure, Inspector, brings out the worst in people.

Treasure hunters began to appear. One of them found the tongue, kept it, sold it

to a London dealer, who in turn sold it to an American collector, who lent it to

an exhibition in Philadelphia in 1922, which was the first any of us over here

heard about it. But even then, the connection with the buckle wasn't made

the 1970s.

Who did that?

Me.

I had this done for the show. show it never was.

She was going to leave it to the museum, Mrs. Pine Dexter.

I've got it in writing.

Whether she put it in her will or not.

What's it worth?

One on the legitimate market?

Impossible to say.

Nothing like this has come up for 50 years. A quarter of a million, half,

perhaps. And a stolen property?

Nothing.

Everybody knows it's stolen.

What about these mad collectors, these drug dealers in Bolivia, that sort of

thing? I don't think they're very interested in Anglo -Saxon jewelry, do

Who is then?

I can't think.

Was anything else?

Her traveling pearls.

It's obviously a common thief. I dare say he'll get a couple of hundred pounds

for the pearls, and then when he finds out from the papers what he's got,

he'll... I'm sorry, sir.

Thieves almost never give things back.

No, they just throw them away, don't they?

Perhaps if we're lucky, in another 1 ,100 years, someone will discover the

Wolvercott tongue all over again.

All right, if I go home now?

I thought you were with the group.

I am, but my wife... Yes, yes, I've got time.

Time for what?

To go there and come back before I have to make myself cheerful in front of

these bloody geriatric Americans.

If you don't like it, why do you did it?

I shan't again.

I only did it to help someone.

Why the bloody hell Morse has to drag me out to confirm a perfectly ordinary

heart attack?

I think he thought perhaps it wasn't ordinary. He thought wrong, as usual.

Ah, Morse.

Not enough to do.

What? Setting up as pathologist, I hear.

I wanted a second opinion, that's all. There's only one possible opinion in

case. She had a massive coronary. She was dead in two seconds fresh.

Fell on her face. Look, you can see the bruises.

Where? Where?

Here, here and here.

I mean, where was she lying when she fell?

Just about here.

Yeah.

Banged into the bedpost.

Here's a nice little scrape of skin.

Oh.

Could she have had the heart attack after she fell? I couldn't say.

Come on, Max.

Not possibly.

Could she have been pushed?

She could have been.

And an angel of God could have stepped out of the wardrobe and called her home.

That is not for me to say you're the detective.

All I can say is she died of natural causes.

Good evening, dear.

Something funny.

The deaths and the theft.

There must be a connection somewhere.

If only we knew exactly when.

Ah, sometime between 4 .15 and 5 .15.

I thought you'd established this.

You couldn't be a little more precise for me?

Answer the question.

If you finally decided it wasn't a decapitation or dismemberment.

Where are you off to? High table somewhere?

Area Health Authority annual dinner.

Dr. Swain will be there.

I'll give him your compliments, all right?

Good night, Louis. Good night.

Try not to let Morse drink so much, won't you?

It's rotting his powers of reason.

Did you find out where everyone was?

They've all got alibis, more or less.

They're either in their rooms or having tea.

Oh, they all seem to know about this tongue thing.

Mrs Poindexter was always taking it out and showing it to people at home.

So it definitely was hers, then, not his.

Seems like it.

And who inherits?

Who gets the insurance, if it was insured?

It was insured, I'm certain.

I... Don't recall which... Is it really necessary to ask all these questions at

this time, Inspector?

He's just doing his job.

Thank you, sir.

Just one more question.

Who stands to benefit from the insurance now your wife is dead?

Is it you, sir?

I don't know.

Well, I guess so. I don't have that information here.

All right.

Thank you very much.

Jesus, one of the less fashionable colleges, Welsh, you know, founded 1571.

I thought Jesus was at Cambridge.

No, no, he went to Bethlehem Tech.

Is that what they mean by the English sense of humour?

Where else would he go to do carpentry? I don't see anything funny in blasphemy.

Besides, they didn't have colleges in Palestine in those days.

My noble lord, is there a Master Cedric Downs attendant on this festival board?

Yes, what, me, what?

The messenger awaits without, my lord.

You're wanted on the phone.

Really, you have a phone in all this paradise?

Sure they have, fella, but you've got to speak in blank voice so the call hangs

up, huh? Hey!

Numb, but my winsome wife knows what I am.

Fair Sheila of the brimming glass.

Will thou forgive my absence while I speak with her?

Go ahead, go ahead.

Say hello for me.

A glass of that Chardonnay would be perfect.

All right.

Oh, Cedric, hello, hello. Yes, yes, it's Theo here. Look, my dear fellow, I'm

terribly sorry to do this to you at such short notice, but Marion's really not

feeling it.

tour well tonight, and I shall have to stay with her.

Could you explain to Sheila?

Would you mind awfully filling in for me after dinner?

Oh, really, Theo, I'm not just your dog's body, you know.

No, of course, of course. I know you aren't, but I really have no choice.

make it up to you another time. I promise.

Sheila will understand.

She isn't too far gone, that is.

Too late. She's well away.

No, it's you I'm asking the favour of, Cedric, not her.

But how about me? It's the same.

I know about architecture, not your art historical waffle.

Yes, I do.

Well, all right. I suppose so.

Thank you so very much. Really.

And could you possibly tell Sheila that I'll see her tomorrow afternoon as per

schedule?

I'm awfully sorry about this.

No, really I am.

Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you so very much.

Where's that chardonnay?

Going upstairs with me.

You'll have to explain, Sheila. I'm an architectural historian, not a museum

keeper. You'll be fine. Stop panicking. Do I understand Dr. Kemp is not going to

be speaking after dinner? I'm afraid not, Mrs. Rothko.

His wife's ill, as usual.

But he's on the programme to speak. I know, but... Some of us only picked this

tour, Sheila, because we were told we were going to have lectures from

Janet, knock it off.

You already heard the man's wife was sick.

Where are you going?

I've got some notes at home. I'll just pop back and get them. I don't want to

let the group down.

I'll be as quick as I can.

What about yours?

Well kept.

So it should be at that price. God, it's worse than London.

You know what, Lewis?

You know what?

If only we knew which came first, the death or the theft.

I don't see what difference it makes. Not if she died of natural causes.

What if it made a difference to the thief?

Don't follow you.

Very clever.

Mrs. Poindexter.

She's going to leave this town to the museum.

Mr. Poindexter.

Did you believe him?

Well, he seemed a bit bewildered.

It's only natural.

Have you ever met a rich man that didn't know the name of his insurance company?

In a crisis, it's the first thing they think of.

Yeah, but it wasn't his tongue thing, it was hers.

Even so.

Come on, Lewis, we're going back to the scene of the crime.

Hey, I've hardly started.

Any luck?

No, sir. Just the chambermaid.

Well, perhaps she did it then.

No, her.

She had the afternoon off. She was at an aerobics class down Jericho.

Do you notice anything, Lewis?

What sort of thing?

Anything.

Everything's been tidied up.

Wait a minute.

Her shoes.

How did they get there?

Mrs Brown, she took these off.

What are you talking about?

Mrs. Brown took these off Mrs.

Poindexter when they laid her on the bed.

But Mrs. Poindexter was complaining about her feet, wasn't she?

And what's the first thing a woman with sore feet does when she comes home?

Kicks off her shoes, right?

So if you ask me, she could have died the moment she walked through that door.

Yes, Poindexter.

Where is Poindexter?

He took a taxi.

When?

8 .30.

Did he say where he was going?

Not to me.

Well, don't taxis usually want to know?

Yes, but he doesn't seem to have said anything to them. Which firm?

Radio Taxis.

Get on with them right away.

Has something happened?

Oh, not much. Only theft, murder and now quite possibly suicide.

You found it all right, then?

The owner.

The Wolvercott buckle.

The Wolvercott bridge.

It all adds up.

To what, though? I don't know.

Well, he could have been blind.

What? Well, if this thing's so valuable and he can't sell it here... Maybe he

wants to try and smuggle it abroad.

Oh, very ingenious.

Since when is Wilbur going to head an international airport?

Maybe he had a car there already waiting.

Maybe he's on his way to Heathrow right now.

Get on to HQ. Tell them to issue an all -ports warning.

Message from DCI Morse. He wants you to issue an all -ports warning for Edward

Poindexter.

Poindexter.

Yeah. He's an American.

About 5 foot 11.

6 foot 1.

Maybe 6 foot 1.

Eyes green, grey hair, age about 60.

Light blue suit, fawn raincoat.

Elias Ashmo, for who the museum is named, was a distinguished antiquarian,

an astrologer, and a great collector of curiosities.

1617 to 1692.

The basis of its collection was the collection of John Traditant, who was

gardener to Charles I, like his father before him. That is, John

Traditant's father was the gardener, not, of course, Elias Ashmover.

Don't worry, I'll get the hang of this in a minute.

Amazing to think, isn't it?

What?

People crossing the river here.

Hundreds and hundreds of years. What?

Thousands, probably.

Got to cross somewhere.

Your wife's auntie lives just along there.

I wish I could see the connection between the theft and the death.

There's something missing, Lewis.

A good point, Dexter.

Leave missing.

Something else.

Do you reckon there's anything more we can do tonight?

No, sir.

It won't be fresher in the morning.

You'd better get on home.

I'm working all night tonight.

The wife's decorating.

Well, shouldn't you be helping her?

I did my batting last time, painting the ceiling.

I'll just as soon do the overtime and get a professional in.

Well... Excuse me, officer.

Just hang on a minute, will you?

It's not that late yet, madam.

I expect he's still on his way home.

But he's never late, or I wouldn't be ringing you, officer.

He's always home when he says he'll be.

Earlier, usually.

He was dining somewhere, then giving a brief lecture, then coming straight

To a group of American tourists staying at the Randolph.

I can't.

Please don't ask me why. I just can't.

Her name's Williams.

Sheila Williams.

I can't.

If you could just ring her for me. Ask if anything's happened.

you're a pathologist, I expect you'd like to give your opinion before you see

the corpse.

Poindexter, you say his name was?

Suicide by drowning.

Back to school for you, I'm afraid. Wrong on both counts. What?

Go and see for yourself.

Max! No, no, no.

You're the expert.

What's the matter?

Why the bloody hell did you say it was point, Dexter?

I'm sorry, sir. I just assumed.

They said they'd found a man in the room. A man? That's not a man. That's

Theodore Kemp.

How long was he in the water?

Oh, I couldn't possibly say.

Roughly.

Not more than six hours.

Oh, for God's sake, it's less than six hours since I saw him.

Well, there you are.

You know better than me.

As usual.

Any witnesses?

To what?

To your meeting with the victim.

None that I know of.

Then you'd better rest yourself, Morse.

You work on the principle that the last person to see someone alive must be a

killer, don't you?

Oh, by the way, Swain is going to report you to the Chief Constable.

Good morning.

I did tell you we none of us knew about the theft of Poindexter, no?

Yeah, where the hell is Poindexter?

Want me to put the old Poindexter warning out again?

I don't know.

They weren't any planes this time of night, are they?

No idea.

Anyone in a river, he drifts, doesn't he?

Well, so?

Well, if he was dumped, he had to be upstream.

Wolvercott. Wrong river, sir. It isn't the Thames, it's the Charle. There's

a thing as the boot of a car, Lewis.

Yes, what if he arranged to meet Ken on the bridge at Wolvercott?

The place where the buckle was found.

Who?

Poindexter, of course.

Yes, he arranges to meet him at a certain time, comes up behind him, hits

with the jack of a car, puts him in the boot, drives him to the char well.

Why go to all that trouble?

If he's by the Thames, why not just chuck him in the Thames?

It's less suspicious.

He knows we'll trace the taxi.

Morning camping, that was a bit odd.

Him being so interested in where the Bucknell was found just a couple of

after his wife died?

Not if they were in it together.

In what?

An insurance fiddle?

No, no, no.

These people aren't interested in a measly quarter of a million insurance.

Poindexter's not going to murder his wife. All right, all right.

I know they all say natural causes, but I don't believe that.

Not now, not anymore, not after this.

Now, if they were involved, there must be a connection.

There must be.

For God's sake, Lewis, be of some use for once.

Why was Dr. Kemp naked?

To make identification of the corpse more difficult.

Gain time.

I think, Lewis, you'd better go and break the news to Mrs. Kemp.

Me?

Why me?

What are you going to do?

I'm going to break the news to his ex -mistress.

Where does Mrs. Williams live? Did you find out?

Cutterslow, 11 Markham Avenue.

That's upstream of here.

Yes, sir.

She did have a motive, didn't she?

I think a woman could have done that to him.

Hell hath no fury in it.

Why?

We don't know. We were wondering if you might be able to help us.

This afternoon, you had a row, I gather.

God, if anyone was going to kill themselves after that, it was me, not

Oh?

I'm sorry, I can't take this in.

Is Theodore really?

I'm afraid so, yes.

I'm sorry to ask you at a time like this, Mrs. Williams.

My name is Sheila.

Just what did pass between you two this afternoon, Sheila?

Only my life.

What?

Oh, you wouldn't understand.

You're married I'm sure with a lovely wife and two lovely children.

As a matter of fact I'm a bachelor.

Oh well it's all right for men.

I was married once.

That's why I've got all this.

Very nice.

Oh yes he had impeccable taste.

That's why he left me for someone else.

They all do.

There was someone else then with...

Dr. Kemp.

Always.

Who was that?

His wife.

He was always rushing off home to his bloody wife.

All right.

All right, I'm coming.

For heaven's sake, didn't they tell you I was a cripple?

The police.

No wonder there's so much crime about.

Have you found him yet?

Don't just stand there. Come in, come in.

He

rang

in the middle of dinner, wanting to speak to Cedric.

What time would that have been?

8 .15, 8.

I don't know. I'd had one or two G &Ts by that time. Or should I say G's and T?

Oh.

G's and T, definitely.

I suppose you think I'm a very wicked woman.

I wouldn't go that far.

I do drink too much.

So do I.

Well, then, what's too much?

Cheers.

My husband skidded on the bypass.

My side of the car went into the lorry.

I have to be put to bed.

Yes, it's very dangerous, that bypass.

Not for the driver, on this occasion.

He walked away without a scratch.

Sometimes I wish he'd just killed me and had done with it.

I'm sure he does.

He can't get rid of me the way he could a normal wife.

And he has to stay with me when he'd rather be out having fun.

What time did he get back this evening, madam?

7 .30ish.

Made my supper.

Oh, he's very good about it.

Can't complain.

Not allowed to complain.

Cripples aren't.

And then he went off to this dinner.

That's where he said he was going.

He said he'd be back around 11.

Where he actually went.

And you've really no idea where it might have been?

Not if it wasn't to Sheila bloody Williams.

What he ever saw in that over sex.

Pathetic alcoholic.

I don't know whether I'm in shock or I've got a hangover.

It's a bit of both, I expect.

You've really no idea why Dr. Kemp might want to kill himself.

Oh, no.

He's... He's everything to live for.

No.

There's been moments when I've wanted to kill him, but... Oh?

But more his wife.

Ah.

You see... I've been slightly misleading you.

Sheila, Dr.

Kemp didn't kill himself. He was murdered.

Any idea who else beside yourself might want him dead?

He was very upset about the Wolvercote town.

He's been waiting years to see it. Why didn't he go and see it in America?

There's all these cheap flights.

I wouldn't let him.

I'm not going to stay here on my own, not after what he's done to me.

I wasn't very nice about it.

You don't suppose... You wouldn't have... Look.

There's something you're... There's something I ought to tell you.

Oh, my God, he's dead.

Theo.

Theo.

I'm sorry. I'd better get back.

No.

I've got to... You know, I've got to find out, Emma.

Yes, yes, of course.

You really thought I might have killed him?

I didn't know.

You shouldn't listen to what people say when they're drunk, Inspector.

I've never been suspected of murder before.

Thank you for being so polite about it.

Well... What's your name?

If I'm going to go on helping you with your inquiries, I can't keep calling you

Inspector.

Morse.

Just... just Morse.

It might be as well not to say anything to the group in the morning.

Not until we're a bit further forward.

God, you hear of traveller's tales.

What are these lot going to say when they get home?

Good night.

I'll see myself out.

Morse, what have you got for me?

Sergeant Lewis said he'd like to see you right away, sir.

Right. Tell him to meet me at home.

Yes, yes, keep the all ports warning.

Yes, my responsibility.

The man's a psychopath.

He's killed twice in ten hours.

Oh, for God's sake, Lewis.

You know, we never got to talk properly to Mr Poindexter before he disappeared,

did we?

No, he was in shock, supposedly.

Well, that's just it.

Who supposed it?

What? Mr and Mrs Brown, wasn't it?

Mrs Brown says she went for a walk with him. Mr Brown says he was taking a nap

in the next -door room while Mrs Poindexter was dropping dead and his

getting itself stolen.

Mr and Mrs Brown.

They're the ones saying that Poindexter was too upset to answer questions.

Go on. This is interesting.

Well, that's it, really.

They could have been in on it with Poindexter. That's what I was thinking.

Yes. Yes, so let's think a bit further.

Mr Poindexter and Mrs Brown go for a walk, leaving Mrs Poindexter and Mr

at play.

Yeah, that's what I said.

Together, Lewis.

What? Yes.

Yes, that's it.

Yes, Laura Poindexter was having an affair with Howard Brown.

It's a cream pass, you know, Lewis.

Eddie comes back after his walk, catches them together.

She hadn't taken her shoes off.

Anyway, people that age.

They say sex can be very good for the over -65s.

Oh, do they?

Hope for us all.

Especially if we didn't get much before 65.

You've got sex on the brain.

It is when he thinks he's past love, it is then he meets his last love.

Pardon? Love's old sweet song, Lewis.

Comes into it somewhere, I know it does.

When a woman dies...

An artwork goes missing.

A man goes missing. An art expert is murdered.

It must all fit together. It must... Wake

up, Lois.

I want to watch on Mr and Mrs Brown this morning, and I want it eagle -eyed.

I didn't say anything last night, Sheila, because I didn't want to be a

and spoil other people's enjoyment.

But you probably noticed I didn't touch my filibuster.

Oh, but it was delicious.

It was made with animal fat. I could taste it.

Luckily, it was my very first spoon. She has a fantastic palate, Sheila. But

it's wasted on the teetotaler.

Well, I'm awfully sorry. I did give the firmest instructions.

Oh, there's Cedric. Will you excuse me a moment? The group should come before

the guide, Sheila.

I have to tell you, I should be writing a letter to the tour company when I get

home. You do that, Mrs. Rothko. I'm sure it'll be much more satisfactory than

complaining to me.

Oh, I'm not complaining to you, Sheila. I'm complaining about you.

Jolly good.

That woman.

I'd like to add her to the list of Oxford martyrs. Are you all right?

You look terrible.

Oh, thanks. Thanks a lot. Just what I wanted to hear.

Actually, I feel at death's door.

I'll tell you later.

Oh, I think they're all here now. You cope with them. I can't.

Hi. Good morning. Any news?

About Eddie?

Right, ladies and gentlemen, it's a lovely morning.

This way.

The martyr's memorial, which was designed by that great Victorian

architect Gilbert Scott, example of whose work... We shall be looking at,

well, all over Oxford this morning.

The memorial commemorates the burning to death.

Thomas Cranmer, Archbishop of Canterbury.

Nicholas Ridley, Bishop of London.

Hugh Latimer, Bishop of... Worcester!

Of Worcester. Thank you, Mrs Roscoe.

These three celebrated clerics will, of course...

Protestants who declined to recant their religious beliefs when required

to do so by, well, let's say by Queen Mary, popularly known

as Bloody Mary, who was, of course, Catholic and married to

Philip II of Spain.

Quite so.

I didn't know any of you were so interested in the religious

the 16th century. But if you are, the fact remains that the memorial is not

actual site of the burnings which took place just around the corner in Broad

Street where there is a brass plaque which we shall inspect in a moment.

And people do those things.

I don't know. Honey, I'm going to have to go back to the hotel.

What's the matter? Stomach pains. Look, I'll catch up with you later.

Are you sure you're all right? Sure, I'm sure. It's only the ulcer acting up

again. Don't you worry about me.

Latimer, turn to Ridley.

Just as the plane was put to the... Higher!

And said, Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man.

We shall this day... light such a torch, by God's grace in England,

that thy trust shall never be put down.

What did he say?

He said sport.

He meant candle.

Latimer said we shall this day light such a candle, Mr.

Downey.

As well as the main blow, which killed him, there was this other lighter,

superficial one.

Left a long scratch on the back of his shoulder.

What was it?

Oh, an instrument.

Blunt?

Quite sharp.

Look.

What instrument, Max?

I couldn't possibly say.

Could that have been done if he'd been wearing a shirt?

Ah, a not unintelligent question.

No.

No, I don't think it can.

Then he was naked when he was killed.

I wouldn't do that.

Why not?

The wound only extends as far as the lower scapula.

He could have been wearing an off -the -shoulder toga.

Pinned together by the wolvercot tongue.

If only we knew where that was. Well, it wasn't on his person.

Max, you didn't.

You wouldn't.

Yeah, he didn't swallow it either. He didn't swallow anything after tea. He

before he died.

Want to see?

More,

Siad.

Where? The railway museum at Cape Cod.

Cape Cod.

Morning

again,

Lewis. I'll have you up in front of the superintendent.

Aye, here.

What's he doing?

Playing trains.

Does he talk to anyone?

Engine drivers.

How long has he been here?

About three quarters of an hour.

Well, I'm not standing around all morning checking numbers. Come on.

Excuse me, sir.

Mind if I have a word?

The Quadrangle was built in 1683. Don't you think you should go back and see how

hard it is, Shirley?

Well, nobody's quite sure what that is, but like everything else in New College,

it's extremely old.

Why do they call it New, then, Cedric? Because it's old, honey. Haven't you

learned anything yet since you've been in England, Shirley?

The official name... It's the St. Mary's College of Winchester in Oxford, but

there was already a St. Mary's College when it was founded in 1379, so it has

always just been known as new.

What happened to the other St. Mary's?

I'm sorry, oh, dear, dear.

I know it as well as I know my own name. I don't know what's the matter with me

today. It's, uh... Oriole College.

We just went there.

Of course. Thank you, Mrs.

Roscoe. Where would we be without you?

Now, if you don't like to follow me... Bill and I are going to write to the

company. Will you and Howard sign the letter? If we all sign, maybe we could

a refund.

Look, it's not a crime not to like medieval architecture, is it? I'm an

engineer. I've worked with machinery all my life.

Why did you slip away from the group like that?

It wasn't the group. It was my wife.

Shirley thinks this child is me liking trains, but I still like them.

So when we're on vacation, I get stomach cramps from time to time.

Skip the architecture and take myself off to the local industrial museum.

Tell me everything you know about Edward Poindexter.

Where is he? Is he okay? Well, I was rather hoping you'd tell me. You're

friends, aren't you?

We're in the same line of business. Well, uh... Well, what?

What do you want to know all this for?

Dr. Kemp is dead, Mr. Brown.

He was brutally murdered last night.

Oh, my God. Shortly after your friend disappeared, with or without the

tongue. No, Andy, you can't...

Eddie wouldn't have anything to lose. Perhaps for a start, you'd like to tell

just who owns what in the Poindexter family.

Laura owns everything. Well, she... Eddie had a small business, an

machine. He went bust.

Laura was a rich widow. He and her husband had been old friends. He married

That's all there is to it.

So he stands to benefit by his wife's death.

Oh, not really.

Laura has everything tied up in trust.

There's one for Eddie, but he only gets an income.

There's no capital.

All the rest goes to Laura's children under her first husband's will.

Except with her checking account, I guess.

Eddie may get that, but it would only be petty cash.

What about the wool of a catan?

Laura was leaving that to the Ashmolean Museum.

Does your friend Eddie know much about old jewelry and such?

Took an interest, naturally. He and Laura added to the collection now and

So he'd know the dealers. He'd know how to dispose of this time.

I guess so.

Illegally? Not really, not really.

Well, you get a bit more than petty cash for it, I dare say.

Well, thank you, Mr. Brown. You've been very helpful.

Can we give you a lift back to Oxford? Oh, thanks, but there's a train in 30

minutes that'll just get me back in time for lunch. Now, now I'm here.

Yes, yes, beautiful things.

Pity they're obsolete.

And don't disappear again without telling us, will you?

Motive, Lewis. At last, he's got a motive.

The theft, not murder.

Well, Kemp knew about the theft. He must have done it.

God, he wanted that tongue so badly, Lewis.

Must have been a hell of a fight before he ended up in the river.

With no clothes on.

Yes.

Yes, where are his clothes, Lewis?

Where the hell are Kemp's clothes?

Better off.

That person had saw him alive.

Or heard him.

Yes, we never really talked him into Cedric Downes, did we, Liz?

Oxford, Lewis. The place where we work, some of us.

That must have been the sleeper. Oh, really? Didn't notice any difference?

Some music, or... I don't know. It puts me right out. That music, Lewis, was

Berlioz.

Where are we?

Fedwick Downs' house.

Lewis.

Yes? Good morning, my love.

Sit down, then.

Mr. Cedric Downs.

Oh, good Lord.

Well, he's not here, I'm afraid. He's showing some Americans around Oxford.

Oh, of course.

Oh, sorry.

Can I be of any help? I'm Mrs. Downs. Well, perhaps you can, madam. May we

in? Yes. Yes, of course.

This way.

Now, mind that thing. It's bitten me twice this morning already.

Sorry. Come on in here.

I'm just on my way to London. I've got to change some curtains.

You really can't trust anyone these days. I specifically asked for French

pleats.

Sorry.

Sorry, do sit down.

I'd offer you coffee, but the taxi will be here in a moment.

Well, Cedric usually takes me to the station.

I've never learned to drive.

Well, what's the point in Oxford?

The parking's so horrendous.

Sorry. You know that, don't you?

Sorry.

It's routine, really, madam. We just need to know exactly what happened last

night. You see, your husband... I couldn't believe it when Cedric rang to

me. I mean, Garthley.

His poor wife.

He rang your husband in the middle of dinner, I understand.

Yes. Cedric came rushing back to get his notes.

I was having a salad.

I wasn't expecting him at all.

He just grabbed the notes and rushed out again.

And then?

Then what?

What time did he come home again, Mrs. Dance?

Oh, eleven, quarter to two.

I don't know, sorry.

I was watching some rubbish on TV.

It's awful. When I was a student, I had quite a decent brain, but nowadays...

Oh, just a minute.

Well, he's early. He can wait.

As a matter of fact, I think that's all, thank you.

Unless you've got any questions, Lewis.

What's French pleats?

Like that.

The way they're gathered at the top.

Only my wife wants the new curtains, and I was wondering what you meant. Yes,

I'm sure Mrs Downs is very interested, Lewis.

But another time, perhaps.

She has got a train to catch.

You know when you'll be coming back, Mitten, don't you?

Five o 'clock. Why?

Don't be asking to meet you.

You know what taxis are like that time of day.

Thanks, but my husband will be free by then. He's coming to collect me.

Thank you.

Goodbye. Goodbye, ma 'am.

Nice woman, that.

Got a lot of life to her. Do you know what I mean?

Yes.

And you're a married man.

Not what I mean.

You've got a one -track mind.

Yes, I want to know who murdered Kemp.

Where's the charwell from here?

You'd think this was the launching place.

For what?

For Theodore Kemp.

Into eternity.

Into the river, anyway.

He didn't live far away.

Nor did the Downs.

Downs couldn't have done it.

He didn't have time.

He was talking all evening.

Well, except maybe about half an hour.

Perhaps it was Mrs. Downs then.

Oh, you can't think that, surely.

I don't think, Lewis.

I deduce.

I only ever deduce.

There you are, Shirley. I've been looking for you all over. Are you okay?

I'm fine, fine. The pain only lasts a ten... Where were you?

Everywhere. It was just great.

You won't forget the letter, Shirley.

How are the spires today, dreamy?

I really do think, Shirley... I envy you so much, Mrs. Roscoe. I haven't had a

thought for years.

Oh, Cedric.

How that woman has lived this long without getting murdered.

Everybody,

everybody. Listen, listen.

While we've got a moment without our so -called leader and guide, I've got a

letter of complaint I want you all to sign. This tour is completely

Drinking again?

Yes.

And so would you.

Patrick.

Theo's dead.

He died last night.

I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but...

She was murdered.

It's not possible.

Who?

Why?

Here, come with me.

Of course.

You know who has the best motive, don't you?

Your friend, Mrs. Williams.

No, she couldn't have done it.

She was with the group all evening.

It was poindexter. Has to be.

I still can't make out why Kim was naked.

All right, then. Why are people naked?

To wash.

Yes, yes, yes. But what else?

What else do people take their clothes off for?

Sun, baby.

Come on, Lewis, you are the married man.

Well, you don't take off all your clothes to do that. Not necessarily.

A lot of people do, I'm told.

So let's suppose... Just let's... Suppose that Dr. Theodore Kemp was

to a lady.

And since we know that lady couldn't be his wife because of the car crash...

Yes.

Yes, the husband or whoever comes in and catches them.

Hits him with whatever's to hand.

Kills him.

Got to get rid of the corpse.

You can't dress the corpse. Difficult to dress a corpse.

We know that. Especially for a woman.

What? Well, you said a husband or whatever.

What about a jealous woman?

Sheila Williams could not have done it, Lewis. She was at that restaurant.

All we've got to do is to find out who Dr Kemp's new bit of the other was.

And the only person who asked that is the widow.

She knew all about this hanky -panky, didn't she?

Probably gone through all of this.

Damn.

Look through the window.

And what do you think you're doing, may I ask?

Are you awake?

You've got visitors.

Mrs. Kent.

Get Max here right away.

I don't care, Janet. I wasn't there. I'm not going to criticize someone when I

haven't even heard him last. Well, I won't press it. I expect you're still

about Laura.

Ladies and gentlemen, if I might have your attention, I have some bad news.

Kent. He's been taken ill.

What does it say?

Couldn't bear to live without him.

So unoriginal.

Suicides. It definitely was suicide.

I can't say. Not until I've done the autopsy. Would you dare to hazard a

Certainly not. Wouldn't be professional.

Certainly looked like suicide, wouldn't you say? You can't believe everything

you read, Mark. Mark.

You're looking one more.

Really one.

I hope you're not letting all these deaths prey on what you're pleased to

your man. I didn't get any sleep last night at that door. Join the club.

Look, look, I'm just about to question her and I find her dead.

Is there any chance she might possibly... Oh, there's always a chance.

percentage?

Three corpses in 20 hours?

Are they paying me overtime?

Pax, Max.

I should say roughly one chance in 10 million.

It wasn't suicide.

She's probably taken enough to kill an elephant.

Thanks, Max.

Not in this.

Did we see the mice and Phil?

We didn't see the mice and... You saw quite a lot from me. Come on.

Thanks a lot, Sheila.

You filled in yourself.

There was no one else.

When I stop drinking, I'm quite a capable woman.

I can believe that.

Thank you.

I'm sorry to ask you this, Sheila, but Mrs. Kemp told Sergeant Lewis that,

she very much disliked you.

She's one of those women that always tell the truth.

To people's faces, too. She certainly did to me the only time I met her.

But if she was paralysed... Oh, she didn't mind him having affairs, she

It was the women he had them with that she couldn't stand.

Especially if they were tiresome like me.

and wanted too much of his time and got drunk and rang him up when he was busy

and... I'm sure Mrs. Kemp will tell you that I'm a very difficult woman and she

wouldn't be too far wrong.

Why don't you ask her?

I can't. She killed herself this afternoon.

She loved him, not as I did.

Do you know of anyone else who loved him?

Was there a third woman in his life?

He said not.

He swore it.

And you believed him?

All right.

Well,

if you've all had a good look, perhaps we should move on to the Greek bathroom.

Oh.

There's our city's cottage. Look.

It's hardly changed at all.

Inspector. Mr. Brown. You got home on time then. And not only that, I saw

At Ditko. He was heading for London on a train.

When? About 11 .35.

Why the hell didn't you tell me?

You weren't in your office.

Well, I got it. I got it right there.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

No joy.

No sign of Poindexter or anyone like him anywhere.

Oh, Max rang.

That was suicide, all right.

If only we could get the connection.

Maybe there isn't one.

Got my tea.

There's something nagging me.

Something today wasn't right.

I don't know, Lewis.

Maybe we'd better go home.

I'm too tired to think.

I don't want to go home.

I'll just get nagged about the decorating.

That's it, Lewis.

You've done it.

Done what?

All the windows were curtains.

There were curtains everywhere.

And newish ones, too.

That wouldn't make any difference.

Not to my wife.

Anyway, we never looked round the back, did we?

Operator? Can I help you? Yes, I'd like to reverse the charge, please, on a call

to Oxford. Mr. Cedric Downs. What's your name, please? What?

No, no, no, I'm sorry. I'm his wife, Mrs. Downs. The number is Oxford 21298.

Thank you.

Well, that's all curtained.

And that's all curtained.

So what was in the case?

Dr Kemp's clothes.

And his car's gone.

Good afternoon, sir.

Chief Inspector Morse, Oxford CID.

I believe you met my sergeant last evening.

Yes, of course.

Is it about Theo Kemp?

Sheila Williams told me.

Awful business, awful.

When was this? I told her not to tell anyone.

Lunchtime. Why wouldn't we be supposed to know?

I was a colleague.

Meeting your wife, are you?

Yes, I was.

Doesn't seem to be on the train.

How on earth did he know?

We saw your wife this morning. She told us you'd be here.

Here I am.

How can I help you?

Did Dr.

Kemp say anything to you last night when he rang you at the dinner?

Any hint that he might be upset about anything?

He said about the stolen jewel, of course.

All he said to me was that, well, his wife wasn't well.

Would I fill in for him?

No hint of suicide.

Cited? With suicide, then?

You think someone might have wished to murder him, Mr. Dow?

No, no, good heavens.

Excuse me, sir, but what time did you say Mrs. Williams told you about Dr.

Kent's death?

When I got back to the hotel after this morning's tour.

Yeah, and what time was that, sir? Oh, twenty to one. Why?

Thank you, Lewis. I was just coming to that.

We saw your wife at noon, sir.

Now, she said you'd already told her that Kemp was dead. Now, if you didn't

that from 21... There must be some mistake.

I got the time wrong.

Perhaps she got there earlier. Well, we can soon find that out, can't we, Lewis?

Good God.

Hey! Stop it!

Stop him!

Father, be careful.

What?

Which one are you going to arrest, then?

I told him it was wrong.

Honestly, we were coming straight to see you the moment we got back.

She's telling the truth, Morse.

She has a real English conscience, just like her mother.

We were coming right back to see you.

You mean to tell me you took the Wolvercott tongue to give to your

No. Throw it back into the river.

What? Right into the Thames, where it belonged.

Look, I know I'm not going to come out of this very well, but... Oh, what the

hell. I didn't love Laura.

And she wouldn't even pretend that she loved me. I was just another one of her

possessions.

The only person I ever did love was Fiona's mother.

Yes, all right, all right. We'll get to that later.

But why did you take the time?

Laura had a heart condition. Now, we both knew that what did happen could

at any time.

And this was going to be our last big trip to rejoin the tongue to the buckle.

We got to the hotel. We went up to the room.

I was shutting the door, and then when I turned around, I knew there was no

point in even calling an ambulance.

And there I was with the jewel case right in my hand.

Well, I knew it didn't make a dime's worth of difference to Laura, so...

Look, I'd better tell you right from the beginning, okay?

The reason why... There were two reasons why we came on this trip.

First of all, Laura told me I had to. And the second reason was because I

to. I wanted to see my only child for the first time in my life.

This really is true?

Oh, yes.

I didn't know anything about it myself until six months ago.

And then you wrote to me out of the blue.

I could never do anything for her.

First of all, Heather wouldn't let me. And then 20 years ago, I...

Yes, yes, Mr. Brown told me you went bust.

And suddenly there I was with half a million dollars' worth of insurance.

What would you have done?

I think I'd have sent for an ambulance.

Oh, God damn it, Inspector. If you don't understand temptation, what kind of a

policeman are you?

Yeah, it's okay.

What does he say?

Sit him.

Where'd you got him?

It was an accident.

Ask my wife.

She'll tell you.

It was all her fault, anyway.

Are you telling me... Theodore Kemp was the worst philanderer in Oxford.

He was tired of Sheila Williams.

Well, one would tire of her, wouldn't one?

I'm sure he thought it was terribly clever to ring me up and make sure I'd

out of the house for a couple of hours at least.

Only he did himself in, didn't he?

I needed my notes, and so I caught them red -handed, hit him with a coat

hanger. It was the first thing to hand.

Then he tried to stand up, defend himself, stumbled on the sheets, fell.

The most frightful sound is his head hit the corner of the chimney.

Actually, it was most... It was very unpleasant.

Would you excuse me for a moment?

Does one have a choice in my position?

Bloody hell.

She wouldn't have killed herself, would she?

She was all full of life this morning.

Time. What?

Going to and from London?

He did it.

He killed her.

No, he can't have done... He was here in Oxford.

Oh, no, he wasn't.

Look at this.

Mr. Poindexter and his daughter arrived in Oxford ten minutes after Mrs. Downs

was due, right?

Uh -huh. They caught the train at Reading.

Now, if Mrs. Downs had really missed her train, she could have caught this one

here, connected with theirs.

Got into Oxford barely ten minutes after she was due.

So what?

Lewis... Lewis, if you were meeting your wife and she wasn't on the train,

what's the first thing you'd do?

Look at the timetable.

Oh, no, you wouldn't, because you'd know she wasn't coming on that or any other

train.

In fact, the only way she'd go on a train again is in a coffin.

So you'd turn away, just like Mr Cedric bloody Downes did, into our waiting

arms. If he knew she was dead, why would he be waiting for her at all?

Because he was on the first train himself, you fool.

He turned away the moment he saw us to make it look as if he were waiting for

her.

The bastard.

Did you search him?

Yeah.

Did you happen to find a left luggage disc in his possession?

Yes. Yeah, he did.

Bring it to me in the interview room.

Why didn't you send for an ambulance?

when Kemp had his accident.

I didn't want the whole world to know I was a cuckold inspector.

Of course, I suspected at some time that my wife, she's a lot,

a lot younger than me. She was my pupil, actually.

She's a very bright girl.

How many women bright as that would fall for a bastard like Kemp?

Of course, I had to rush back to the restaurant and deliver Kemp's lecture.

I took the car, so it was not to be late.

I drove home and put the body of that odious... We put Kemp's body

in the back of the car.

And dumped it in the river?

Yes.

And your wife?

She helped me, of course.

No, I mean, what did you do with her?

Did you forgive her?

These things are very difficult, Inspector. I don't... I don't have any

experience.

She's a very beautiful woman to me.

And so you killed her?

What?

What do you mean?

Come on.

Did you think we'd fall for that?

I don't know.

Something happened to her.

I don't understand.

Is Lucy dead?

Oh, yes, Mr. Downs.

Dead as can be.

Is this what you wanted, sir? Thank you, Lewis.

Now, are you going to save us a lot of time and trouble, Mr. Downs, and

or are you going to be a burden on the taxpayer?

This, as you know, is a dip for a left luggage locker.

Your wife gave it to you after she'd deposited a suitcase containing Kemp's

things in London, didn't she?

I was in Oxford all afternoon.

I've had the locker opened, Mr Downes.

It contained a suitcase my colleague and I saw your wife take away this morning.

Now, if you can explain how you've come by this disc without going to London,

then we'd both be very interested to hear.

I love her.

I've never loved anyone in the world except Lucy.

I saw her when you came.

I knew I had to kill her.

I couldn't go on loving her.

Now I can love her forever.

Where did you meet her, Eddie?

Brisenord, July 4th, 1949. I was in the Air Force.

We had a party at the base and Heather came along.

I just had to take one look.

She looked a lot like Fiona does here.

No, not.

I'm nearly 40.

And I keep thinking of you as four or five.

At first, Heather wrote me letters, sent me photographs.

She kept in touch.

Then one day I got a letter which said that she thought maybe... we ought to

forget about each other.

That I ought to forget about both of them.

She was married, had a couple of other kids, and that Fiona here thought of

Nicholson as being her real father.

Well, that was easier to say than to do.

I didn't have any other children, so I just hung in there.

And now I can die happy.

What a pity Laura couldn't.

Oh, Sheila, I've been on to the tour company, and they've arranged to

Phil and me tomorrow morning to another group.

I thought you'd be pleased.

I am. My God, I am. Cheers.

Now, just a dumb minute, Janet.

I didn't say anything about changing tours.

But we agreed to holiday together, Phil, and I'm changing.

Well, I'm not. I like this tour.

Can I buy you folks a drink?

Bill! So long, Janet. I'll see you in Cleveland.

God, people's lives, Lewis.

People's lives.

And love's.

Yes, it was love's old sweet song all the time.

What a case.

That wasn't a case, Lewis.

It was two.

And you were right.

There was no connection.

Yeah, there was.

Cedric Downs is connected with everything.

Not with the death of Mrs.

Poindexter.

Not with the theft of the jewel.

I was sure there was a connection between them and Dr.

Kemp's death.

There had to be.

And then there bloody wasn't.

I'll just pop down and see I'm sissy.

You don't want this to do me back in again, do you?

You do what you like, Lewis.

I'm going to stay and look at the water for a while.

You?

Water?

If anyone wants me, they'll find me looking at fish through the bottom of a

glass.

I'll see you then.

See you.