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Excuse me, when's the next bus to Woodstock?

Supposed to be here soon.

It's generally late.

Why don't we try and hitch?

A pint of lard and a large tin of tonic, please.

Same again, lad? Yes, please.

On your own?

Supposed to be meeting someone. She's a bit late.

Well, it's a pretty nasty night out there.

Back in a minute.

The wine of life is drawn.

The mere lees are left this vault to brag of.

What?

Another pint, please.

Oh, right, Peter.

Oi, what's this doing? What's going on?

Okay, get on with it. At least it stopped raining.

Funny one, this Bill.

Broken neck, scratches on her face, bruising.

Quite interesting.

I've collected the names of everybody that was in the bath, so do you want to

talk to them?

In a minute, Lewis.

Right.

Well, take a look, Max.

I've taken a look.

A proper look.

You gonna like this one?

Quite a puzzle.

Just a little look.

Why do you say it's a puzzle, Max?

Well...

What, my dear? She's been run over, I should say.

By a car that scratched her face.

Precisely. I'll tell you more after the autopsy.

Excuse me, sir.

Miss Jennifer Colby, St.

Aldgate's Assurance Company.

Do we know her name?

Sylvia Kane, according to the lad who found it.

I think you're right.

What? There is a puddle here.

Who's the man that found the body?

What's his name?

Sanders. John Sanders.

He's in a bit of a state.

I can see that, Lewis.

How long are we going to be kept here?

I've got the list.

Clifford Atkins, New Love.

Yes?

I've told them how to get in touch with us if they remember anything.

Right. This lot can go.

The chief inspector says he can go now.

About time.

Many thanks for your cooperation.

Thank you, David. Thank you, sir.

You're the landlady?

Yes. Your name is?

Mrs. Phillips.

Vicky Phillips.

Can we start tearing up now?

Any chance of a drink first?

You're the boss.

What do you want?

Lewis?

Some tummins, please. Ice and lemon.

John?

Whiskey, no ice.

Can I call my mum? She'll be worried. She stays up till I get home.

160, please.

You seen John Sanders before?

Never. When did he arrive this evening?

Early on.

He was waiting for her.

Who? Her.

The dead girl.

He had a date with the victim?

Well, that's what he told me.

What else did he tell you?

Not a lot. A bit shy.

When he found the body, how long was he out of the bar?

A few minutes. He'd just ordered another pint.

Went to the gents, I imagine. There's one outside.

How much had he drunk?

About two pints.

Thanks.

Thank you. Can I carry on?

Don't think why not.

OK? No problem.

So, what happened, John?

I was waiting for her.

She should have been here earlier.

I didn't know what to do. I was going to go home.

You've known her long?

Just met her a few days ago.

Oh? Where?

She came into the shop where I work.

Where's that?

Gil's. The ironmongers.

She wanted curtain hooks.

We got... talking.

Do you always chat up your customers?

No.

You asked her out.

She asked me.

Why did you come all the way out here?

It was her idea, not mine.

I was quite, you know, and she asked me.

You don't go out often?

No.

Who is Jennifer Colby?

Who? Jennifer Colby.

Never heard of her.

What happened when you found Sylvia?

Well, I went out to the gent's first.

Then I thought I'd run over to the bus stop and see if she was coming.

It was still raining.

In the car park, I saw what looked like a sack.

I realized it was the body.

I saw this blood bubbling out of her mouth.

It was Sylvia.

I came back inside and threw up.

Anyone else about out there?

No.

How many cars were there in the car park?

Lots, lots.

There was a space where I found her.

Room for a car.

Well, you've been out there, haven't you?

When you went out to the car park, did you hear anything?

There was a sound of a car driving off fast.

What sort of car?

I never saw it.

It was revved up at full blast.

Take him home.

Is that it?

We'll take a proper statement later.

Are you finished?

Not yet.

Can I start clearing up here now?

Ready, Mrs. Cairns? Yeah.

Yeah?

That's my daughter.

Dear Miss Colby, many thanks for your application for the vacant post of my

personal private secretary.

I've had stacks of people making contact, as you can imagine.

This is just to confirm that your application has been considered and

interested to help you. Yours sincerely, E.

Mrs. Cain's identified the money. Shh!

What's special about this?

Who's Miss Colby?

It's in code, Lewis.

Is it? A very childish effort.

Look at the missing letters.

T... A... K... E... Well done,

Lewis. It says, take it, please.

Take it, please?

Take what?

I don't know.

What fits into a long brown envelope?

Another letter?

Possibly.

Money.

Well, it says it.

If it was money, it would say this, wouldn't it?

It might do. Let's see the envelope.

Jennifer Colby and August Assurance Company.

That's where Sylvia Kane worked as a typist.

Delivered by hand.

No date, no address at the letterhead.

Nor on the envelope.

And it's handwritten.

Where did this come from?

Sylvia Cain's handbag.

So? It's murder, Lewis.

Why do you say that?

The bruising on the face, the scratches.

Coded messages, murder, right up my street.

It's not a bad way to start the day.

Sylvia was 18 years old.

Caught up by her mother, single -parent family.

Where did she live, her mother?

West London.

It's all up here.

Went to live with her sister.

Sylvia didn't fancy London.

Stayed on.

Been working at St. Olga's for the past three months.

Where did she live?

Bed City.

I talked to a student in the flat underneath.

They said she went out a lot.

Doesn't think she brought people back that often.

How often was that?

I'm not really sure, sir.

Oh, she had a record.

Done for shoplifting.

Eighteen months ago.

Fine.

I'm sorry to interrupt, Dr. Craver.

What do you want, Angie? I wanted to meet about my essay.

Come and see me later.

Thanks.

I'm looking forward to your lecture on Rochester, Dr. Craver. Oh, thank you

much, Miss... Hartman.

Hartman. Hope you enjoy it. Thank you.

Could I leave a message for Mr. Smith?

Could you please ring Mr. Palmer's office on extension 2542?

Yes, it is quite early.

Chief Inspector Morse, Sergeant Lewis. We'd like to see Mr...

Clive Palmer, please.

Would you like to take a seat? No, thank you.

Mr Palmer, there are two police officers here to see you, sir.

Right.

He'll be through presently.

Thanks.

These are to go before lunch. No.

Oh, and Jimmy.

What? Make sure the first class ones go first class.

Mr Palmer wasn't too pleased when Friday's mail took three days to arrive.

Well, it ain't my fault, is it?

Good morning.

I'm Clive Palmer.

Chief Inspector Moore.

This is Sergeant Lewis.

Hello. Come along to my office.

It's about Sylvia. I take it.

Just downhill.

We were all deeply shocked when we heard that, yeah?

Jennifer

Colby?

There are two police officers in with Mr Palmer now.

Right. Thank you.

Listen, everybody.

Two police officers have just arrived.

They're with Mr Palmer now.

I don't know whether they'll want to come up and ask us anything, but make

things are tidy.

All right?

Your wife and children, Mr Palmer?

Oh, yes.

Mark's eight and Alison's just six.

I've two of me. I'll keep you busy, don't I? Oh, wouldn't be without. Is

it, Lewis?

Thank you, Samantha.

Yes, Mr Palmer.

How long had Sylvia worked for you, Mr Palmer?

Two or three months, not long.

How was she getting on?

Fine, no problems.

Nice girl.

What did you know about her?

Her past, you mean?

Yes. Oh, there were the usual references.

Everything was in order.

May I see them?

References are provided in the strictest confidence.

This is a murder inquiry, Mr Palmer.

I don't have her file. Miss Colby, she keeps all that sort of thing.

Miss Jennifer Colby?

Yes.

How long have you been here, Mr Palmer?

A year, more or less.

Miss Colby here when you came?

Yes.

What exactly is her position?

Senior assistant in charge of the office staff.

The day -to -day running of the place.

Absolutely excellent.

Did she know Sylvia better than you?

I suppose so, yes.

More so than the other staff?

Not more so, no. They work as a team, Inspector.

Sylvia was our junior copy typist, in fact.

What time did Sylvia leave yesterday?

Oh, I don't know. You'll have to ask Jennifer.

Miss Colby.

At what time should she have left?

Not before five o 'clock.

What sort of a man would kill a young girl?

Man?

Well, I... Miss Colby, um... You'd mick her if she left, wouldn't you?

Left?

Found another job.

What do you mean?

Let's meet her, shall we?

I'd like to see where Sylvia worked.

Oh, right.

If you'd follow me, Inspector.

Miss Colby?

Uh, this is Miss Colby.

Chief Inspector Morse.

Hello. Hello.

And Sergeant Luce.

Lewis. Sorry, Lewis.

Hello. Perhaps I could talk to everyone before we start.

Certainly.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Chief Inspector Morse.

I'm sure you're aware Sylvia Kane was killed last night.

I'd like to ask you all a few questions.

Was anyone in particular working with her yesterday afternoon?

I... I think she was at her desk, as usual.

Which one?

It's down there.

This one here.

Has anything been touched since yesterday?

No, I don't think so.

Did Miss Kane say where she was going last night, or...? Who's she with

I think she had a date.

Who with?

She didn't say.

Did she have a regular boyfriend?

I think she had several.

I'd like to go to the post room.

The post room? Yes, please.

It'll be locked up now.

Jimmy's on his lunch hour.

Where did he go?

I don't know.

Try the circus snooker room.

Jimmy, I'd like to chat.

Yeah, hang on a minute.

What can you tell me about Sylvia Payne?

Not much.

Did you

ever

talk to her?

Not often.

She collected letters from you in the post room.

I'll take the letters round.

But she used to come down to your room, didn't she?

How do you know that?

When did she last visit you, Jimmy?

Yesterday.

Afternoon? Yeah. What time?

About 4 .30.

Did you give her any letters?

4 .30?

I had a second post by then, hadn't I?

What about letters delivered by hand?

Recognise this?

She said she was going to give it to Mr Caldwell.

Who said she didn't?

How did you get hold of it, then? What was in the envelope?

I don't know. I never opened it.

A letter?

No. It was thick.

How thick?

I don't know.

Like newspaper canes.

Soft and thick.

Like money?

Who delivered it?

I don't know.

Honest.

Don't tell Palmer, please, mister.

Where were you last night, Jimmy?

I was in here. You can ask the lads.

It was money in the envelope.

I'm sure of it.

Sylvia was still light -fingered, it seems.

The money was meant for Jennifer Colby.

It's still missing.

Now, why would somebody want to pay off Miss Colby?

Struck dumb, are you, Lewis? A coded letter, money, violence.

Too much for you.

Haven't you forgotten something, sir?

Sex.

Quite right, Lewis.

Well done.

Running.

Cue.

I'm here in the car park of the Fox and Castle Public House in Woodstock. This

is where the body of Sylvia Kane was found last night between 9 and 9 .30.

We're treating it as a case of murder.

The victim didn't have her own car.

We believe she traveled from Oxford on the Woodstock Road between 6 .30 and 7

.15 yesterday evening.

She might have travelled by bus, she might have been given a lift in

car, or even hitched.

We don't know whether she was alone or in company.

She was wearing a white sweater and a dark blue skirt.

She had a very distinctive yellow raincoat, like this one.

Sylvia Kane was 18 years old and for the last three months had been working for

a company in the city of Oxford.

So there must be people watching who recognize her and who'd be able to

us in our inquiries.

Whether Sylvia Kane was killed here in this car park or whether she died

elsewhere and her body was dumped here later, we don't know.

It's possible we're dealing with a very dangerous person, or persons in this

case.

If anyone saw Sylvia Kane wearing this raincoat, catching a bus to Woodstock,

trying to hitch a lift, or traveling in someone's car...

Please contact us at the following number.

Sorry if I'm early, Marjorie. You're welcome any time.

For you. Oh, thank you.

Bernard's in the sitting room. Everything all right?

Well, he knows up to this chair, the Bonington.

Professor Crowther. Put him under such a strain, but I'm determined.

Now, don't worry, Margaret.

I'll soon cheer you up.

Thank you. Over there.

Yes, please.

Fix me a drink, Bernard, and do put that away.

After death.

Nothing is and nothing death. The utmost limits of a gasp of breath.

Is it true, ma 'am? There's nothing after death.

Shouldn't be surprised.

I'll fix myself a drink. I can't wait for you.

Well, you should know more about death than me.

I know about dead bodies.

How people died.

Not immortality.

Doesn't it frighten you?

No.

More a sort of curiosity.

You can develop quite a relationship with a corpse.

Taking it apart.

Examining it in minute detail.

Is that what you've been doing today?

Yes.

A young girl.

What happened to her?

Police work.

Confidential. Can I get you another drink? Please.

Here you go.

If you will.

Room 116, please.

Oh, I think my wife must have got back early. Thank you.

Oh, good evening, sir.

Sorry I'm late.

Of course, if he gets the chair, he's made for life.

Aren't you, dear?

Mac. Oh, Tom, aren't you?

Really?

We should know one way or another in a week or two.

We'll talk about something else we've got to take with us.

Still here from Aunt Sarah?

Oh, well, she still goes for those russet apples at Christmas.

Thank God for maiden answer. Yes.

Why did God create Adam and Eve as adults?

Well, if they'd been created children, Adam would have been up that tree in a

flash and devoured all the fruit before Eve got a look in.

The serpent was male.

It always has existed in man.

Dirty male trick.

Blaming Eve for our fall from grace.

I got very used to travelling alone.

In fact, I prefer it.

Every summer, I take a few weeks in Crete.

I love heat, you see.

I wouldn't have a companion if you paid me.

I'm off.

To Spain this Christmas and New Year.

So cheap.

Miss Jarman, are you sure this is the girl you saw last night?

Oh, yes, definitely.

She had that yellow coat you showed us on television.

She wanted to know the times of buses to Woodstock.

She had a friend with her.

What was her friend like?

I never really saw her.

She was behind Sylvia Cain. It was raining and she had her hood up.

What was she wearing, the other girl?

Did I say it was a girl?

No.

I thought she was older.

A woman?

I might be wrong, of course.

She would... No, don't interrupt.

She, if it was a she.

I've been thinking about it, and I'm not absolutely sure.

It was wearing jeans...

A raincoat, navy blue, and pumps.

Pumps?

On its feet.

Gym shoes.

Training shoes.

Oh, young man, they're all the same to me.

What did they say to each other?

Ah, now I think I have an important clue for you. Do sit down.

I've always loved detectives.

Off they went to hitch, but Sylvia Cain got picked up and left her friend by the

roadside. Then she said, Sylvia, I mean, see you in the morning.

Then it caught the bus.

The same bus that you were on? Yes, I was downstairs. It went upstairs.

I got off first, so I'm afraid I can't tell you exactly where the other

got off, Inspector. But you see, they must work together.

Why? See you in the morning.

Why would she say that?

Sylvia Kane had a job.

I read about it in the evening paper, so... What are you going to do

next, Inspector?

Did you see what make of car, Miss Jarman?

I'd have told you if I had.

What colour was it?

Red.

Good heavens.

But what sort of cuff?

I don't know.

Try.

I am trying.

I can't remember.

But I'm sure it was red.

Something's going on, Max.

With Bernard?

I think he's having an affair.

Bernard?

He's everything so secretive.

We always used to discuss everything.

Oh, he's had other women.

He used to tell me.

And I never used to mind.

It's different.

How do you know?

When you've lived with somebody for 25 years, you know.

How much is this one?

That one's 25 quid.

25?

Of course the price is extra.

How much extra?

12 quid to you.

Okay.

Mucked at autopsy report, sir.

There's something very odd about this coded letter, Liz.

Mildly interesting.

He or she wanted Jennifer Colby to get this without delay.

Not the next morning.

Take it, please.

Note the pleading and the use of please.

You ought to read this, sir.

She'd been offered whatever was in this envelope before.

I thought you said it was money.

Possibly. If it was a love letter or something, it wouldn't be worth

Must be money.

Jimmy gave her the letter to give to Jennifer Colby.

Sylvia opened it, saw the cash and decided to keep it.

So Sylvia was killed by someone who knew she had a lot of money in her bag?

Yes.

Why kill her, though?

Why not just snatch the bag?

Remember, Miss Colby doesn't know about the letter. She never got it.

What's the time?

8 .45.

I think it's time we paid Miss Colby a visit.

It's a bit late, sir.

Anything I need to know about the autopsy report?

Sylvia had had a cup of gin and tonic.

Scratches to the face. Oh, a blow on the face. Just above the eye here.

How hard?

Not very. Could have been a man or a woman, sir.

Oh, this is becoming a very irritating case.

Murder or accident.

One assailant or two. Man or woman.

It's a mess.

Oh, go home, Lewis.

See your wife. Kiss your children.

And when I get home, she's at the end of her tether.

She said to the kids, you'll get a smack off your dad when he gets in.

I'm like the public executioner in my house.

My house? It belongs to both of you, doesn't it?

I have a house there.

That's the trouble, isn't it? Men think they own everything.

Property, family, the women in their lives.

I don't own me wife.

You talk as though you do.

That was just a slip of the tongue.

It's easy for you.

Really? You know what I mean.

Because I live on my own, you mean?

Well...

I don't want to own anyone else's.

No.

Chief Inspector Morse. Miss Colby? Come in.

Hold on.

Jenny! Jenny!

Yes? There's a nice policeman to see you.

OK, I'll be down in a minute.

Come on in.

Don't mind the mess.

Sit down. Make yourself at home. I'm Angie.

What's the book?

Oh, The Fairy Queen.

You're an English literature student.

For my sins.

Lucky you.

I'd love to spend three years reading.

When I was at school, I used to think Spencer was hopeless.

A gentle knight was pricking on the plain.

An unfortunate opening line to throw at an A -level student.

I now think he's a great poet.

First impressions are often misleading.

I bet.

Oh, bloody hospital.

Evening.

I thought this was the no -men evening.

I'm sorry.

Are you staying the night?

Mary, honestly!

Take no notice.

You've got a foul temper sometimes, but it's OK, really.

Does she live here too?

Yes, a happy little threesome.

Who owns the house?

Jenny. Miss Colby? Yes.

Mary and I helped pay the mortgage.

Who the hell's that man downstairs?

The police, the chief inspector.

And what's he doing here? Oh, that girl at work, you know.

Look, if you've got that money, you owe me. Oh, don't start.

You're two weeks late with last month's rent, Mary.

Look, I have just had a flaming row at the hospital. I've taken crawling with

time and motion experts getting paid twice as much as me just to get under my

feet. I still want the money, Mary.

I'm getting changed.

Do they make you work hard?

Not quite, but it's up to you, really.

What are the lecturers like?

Not bad.

Bloody useless, some of them.

Rochester.

Do you read a lot of poetry?

Yes.

How odd.

We're an endangered species.

What do you think of John Wilmot?

A great but unfulfilled talent.

I didn't think policemen were interested in such things.

Do you believe in his deathbed conversion?

Or was that his last great joke?

I don't know.

The church loves a repentant sinner.

Good for business.

Listen, there's a public lecture tomorrow, Dr Crowther.

On what?

John Wilmot. That's why I'm mugging him up.

Why don't you come? It's free.

I told you last week you'll have to wait till the end of the month.

You always get your money.

Stupid cow.

A minor domestic drama.

Morse. Mary Widdowson.

How do you do?

I'm sorry I was so rude.

Another game?

How much?

Fifty?

Yeah. Go on.

Jennifer's pretty shaken up, I can tell you.

Did you know her?

Sophia Cain?

Yeah.

Well, she works for Jenny.

Yes, but did you know her, Miss Wooderson?

You can call me Mary.

Milk and sugar, Inspector.

Just black, please.

Detective, the riot's rather elated, Mr. Sir.

The Moonstone.

Trent's last case.

Um, Bentley.

E .C. Bentley.

You've taken us all by surprise, Inspector.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. That's okay. We had a very interesting

chat.

Sit down.

I think he's lonely.

I think he wants company. Oh, do shut up.

Sorry.

How can I help you?

I'd like to ask you some questions, if that's all right.

Oh, yes.

Fire away.

What were you doing last night?

At the time of the murder.

I... What was I doing?

Oh, I went to change my library book.

What time was this?

I got back from work at 5 .30, watched the news, had some coffee.

7 o 'clock, quarter past, something like that.

Then?

I spent the evening making biscuits.

Have one.

Thank you.

Who else was here?

50 quid.

Or double or quits. Yeah, okay.

I'm going to the gents. I'll be back.

Are you coming back?

No, I think I've had enough.

Look, I'll pay you next week, okay?

Okay.

But in literature, there's a horrid link between love, lust

and power.

And it always seems to end up with someone killing someone.

And so death is hungry and he's always looking for more people to gobble up.

Why do we assume death is a he?

Well, nice things like Mother Earth, Dame Nature, countries, ships are she.

But death is a he.

What's the difference between love and lust?

Love doesn't kill.

Lust does.

Love might kill.

Maybe love is more dangerous than lust.

Well, I must go.

Thanks for making me welcome. I enjoyed this evening.

Come again.

What's wrong with working at St.

Olgate's? Nothing.

I like it.

But aren't you looking for another job?

No, I'm not. Who told you that?

Good night, MacCoby.

And I'm supposed to get up in front of 50 students and pretend to be an

authority on life, death?

Love? His knowledge of life is so limited.

She loves to humiliate me. Rot!

I just want to keep a grip on you. See what I mean.

I don't want you to blunder into something stupid.

Not with a chair coming up.

It's me that's kept him going. He's got no guts at all. Yes, well, I've had more

than my fair share of guts for one day.

Good night, Max.

Good night.

Oh, and thanks for a lovely evening.

Anytime, Mike.

Who the hell are you?

Mrs. Kane.

Yes.

Do you boys always tear everything apart?

I'm very sorry about this.

Yeah. I need company.

I'm sorry about your daughter, Mrs. King.

Sure.

I missed you this morning. I thought you'd gone back to London.

Someone's got to clear up the mess.

There's no one else.

There's only me left.

I see.

Finished. End of story.

I keep expecting her to come walking through that door.

When the bell rang, I thought that was her.

Did you see what he did to her? I mean, who could do such a... A little face, it

was all battered and bruised.

Is there anything you can tell me that might help?

I told the other chap everything I could.

Sergeant Lewis?

That's him.

She was just 18.

She was only a kid.

I brought her up myself.

She really wanted a dad like the other girls.

Five minutes in a lay -by, that's all it took to have her.

He told me he was in the Navy.

I don't think he ever knew you as a dad.

You got any kids?

No. You married?

No. Do you get on alone?

Yes.

I always need someone.

They come and they go.

When you need help most, there's no one there.

Why did they have to do this to her things?

We were looking for something.

What?

We were trying to trace her money.

Money?

Is that why she died?

We don't know for sure.

How are you going to get her things back to London?

God knows.

I've got to be back in London tomorrow evening.

Would you like me to send a van around in the morning?

A couple of men will help you clear out the flat.

Oh.

Well, that would be really nice of you.

Thank you.

You'll be okay here.

Yeah. Find him, won't you?

What time do you call this, then? I'm sorry, Mr Gill. I couldn't help it.

What have you done to your face?

Oh, there was trouble last night.

Right. That's it.

You're finished.

Go home.

What? Why?

I'll pay you what I owe.

You've had two official warnings, so don't waste your time complaining.

I'm not having my customers scared off by a young thug. I'm not a young thug.

Plenty of young people need employment, Saunders.

You've had your chance.

Please, Mr Gill.

My mum will kill me. That's your problem, Sonny.

Clear off.

Oh,

sorry to trouble you, Peter.

Hello, Bernard.

Could I borrow your Emson, seven types?

Yes, of course. It's over there on that car.

See to this place, Mark.

It's on the top.

Ah.

Do you care for a sherry?

Oh, thanks.

Actually, would you mind if I had a scotch?

I hope so.

Anything the matter?

No, no, no.

Not the lecture?

Good Lord, no.

It's the wretched professorial chair. It's in the bag.

Is it? Yes, it's common knowledge.

Are you busy?

Looks like it.

I've got my essay on the iconography in Spencer.

What, all of Spencer?

My God, new love, you're a sadist.

Can you come back after lunch?

Shall I leave it?

No, I'd like you to read it to me.

Right.

Bye.

Hands full, Peter?

As usual.

Are you OK?

Yes, yes, I think so.

I just get a bit breathless sometimes.

Bloody Andrina.

As trees are by their bark embraced, love to my soul doth cling.

So how do you feel about your wife, Lewis?

Not exactly.

You disappoint me.

Mrs. Kane.

Five minutes in a lay -by.

That's what she said.

Total stranger.

Hello, sailor, and what do you get?

18 years of Sylvia Kane.

Doesn't make sense, does it?

Nothing trivial about fornication.

It's a great pity, but there we are.

Did they teach you that at school?

I don't think so, sir.

In Rochester's time, they used to make condoms out of leather and protect

themselves from the pox.

Nothing changes much, does it, Lewis?

It affects more trouble than it's worth.

I keep wanting to find the answer.

Now, the idea that Gilbert Burnett converted Rochester to Catholicism on

deathbed isn't actually correct.

Bernard's conversations with Rochester extended over a considerable period of

time, long before Rochester made his final journey to Woodstock.

I urge you to read Bernard's account of these discussions.

They were published under the title of Some Passages of the Life and Death of

the Right Honourable John, Earl of Rochester, London, 1680.

The struggle of unsatisfied lust.

Man's capacity for violence.

That's something that urges on a man to rape, to kill even,

murder.

It's a madness that seethes the mind and drives out reason.

Guilt.

That comes later.

when passion's spent, and all fuses are blurred.

Sick and in extreme pain, Rochester spent some weeks in Ranger's Lodge in

Woodstock Forest, and it was the ministrations of a young Oxford man,

Parsons, that brought about his final conversion.

After a life of the utmost scandal and debauchery, the maimed Debussy

had finally come home to seek forgiveness

and absolution.

That's damn what all good lectures should do.

What? Make me want to go home and read all Rochester's work again, as soon as

possible. A bit theatrical, though, didn't you think?

Anyway, I've got a tutorial.

I must go.

Do you want me to stay?

Yes, please.

Come in.

Sit down, Miss Colby.

Last night, you told me that on the evening of the death of Sylvia Kane, you

went to the library to change a book.

Yes. Which library was that?

Hainault Road.

What time did you go to the library?

Then the clock, it closes at... On Wednesdays, it closes at six.

Yes. What were you doing, Miss Colby?

I don't want to tell you.

I think it would be a good idea if you did.

I was meeting someone.

Who?

I'm not prepared to say.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the murder.

It's very private.

Look, I'm not involved in this in any way. Why are you picking on me?

Who is E, Miss Colby?

E? Yes.

The slightest idea.

This letter, signed by E, is addressed to you.

Well, how do you know it was addressed to me?

This is the envelope.

May I see the letter?

I've never seen it before.

I know. It never reached you.

It should have done on the afternoon of the murder.

Where did you get it, then?

It's in code, McColby.

Is it? Oh, honestly, Inspector.

It says, take it, please.

Does it?

Who sent it, and what does it mean?

I honestly don't know.

Withholding vital information is a very serious offence, Miss Colby. I'm not!

This is outrageous.

It's private.

It concerns only me and another person. It has nothing to do with Sylvia Cain.

I'm not prepared to proceed any further with this interview.

If you want to ask me any more questions, it'll have to be in the

solicitor. I've told you everything I know that's relevant.

I don't believe you.

That's your problem.

Sit down, Mr Palmer.

waste any more of my time.

Please.

Where did you take Miss Colby on the night of the murder?

To a hotel.

Where? On the Newbury Road. The Grove.

What name did you register under?

Williams.

How long have you and Miss Colby been... About six months.

Is your wife now?

No.

Does she have to?

Who is E?

I've no idea.

I don't know what all that's about.

I'm sure Jenny's not applying for another job. I'd have heard about it if

was.

Did you ever have sex with Sylvia Cain?

Sylvia Cain?

Of course not.

Of course not. Why do you ask that?

Thank you, Mr. Palmer.

Ah, nurse.

Duff, nurse, widow.

Yes, and I'm busy.

Good. What are you doing?

I'm on my way back to the ward.

And you've just collected these?

Yes. And which ward was that?

17. 17.

It's in that direction, isn't it?

Yes. So why are you going in that direction, then?

I'm going to the ladies, do you mind?

What, with all those... whatever they are... Is that hygienic, nurse?

Why don't you hang yourself up in the drawing room?

You may be able to read this. An examiner would be struggling.

Sorry.

When it comes to exams, some poor idiot has got to read through hundreds of

essays.

Handwriting never was my strong point.

People get impatient.

Right.

Otherwise, it was very good.

I won't say excellent in case you get carried away.

Come to tea at my place.

Five o 'clock?

All right.

Do you come with a government health warning?

We're not doing very well.

Early days yet, sir.

Maybe we're looking for a serial killer.

Come off it.

Sylvia just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Someone who doesn't think girls should have a good time.

A religious freak.

A born -again murderer.

All this stuff about codes and stolen money is just coincidental.

Right. Tomorrow, I want you to get someone to run a check on all unsolved

murders of women between the ages of 15 and 30 in the south of England in the

last ten years.

You mean south of a line between the Mersey and the Washer?

You don't think that's a good idea, Lewis?

I'll tell you what.

I think we're making a mistake about Jennifer Colby.

You mean I am?

Yes, sir.

Well, what would you do?

Bring her in.

And? She knows more about the letter. We need that information.

What if she won't tell us anything?

Charge her.

With what?

Enduring our inquiries?

You're confusing things, Lewis.

How? There's more than one offence in that.

Sylvia probably stole some money that should have been given to Colby.

Right.

But Colby didn't know that Sylvia had pinched the cash, did she?

How do you know?

Anyway, she was making it with Palmer at the Grove Hotel.

No, no, she's more useless out there.

She's under pressure. We'll watch and wait.

Sir, look.

Looks as if John's been a bad boy.

Why can't these bloody kids learn to behave?

What's next on the agenda?

A couple of road accidents.

And a glue sniffing. Really?

By the way, Sylvia Kane had minor surgery on her arm.

Where did?

Here.

Oh, missed that.

Good work by someone.

Elbow problem.

Wouldn't have improved a tennis serve.

Important. You never can tell.

Seems rather late for tea.

I thought we'd have a nice crisp gin and tonic.

We only have old age and extinction to look forward to, after all.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I don't know why.

It was the blood.

Then the money.

Like I thought it was me.

It wasn't. I didn't do it.

I just took the money.

I saw the envelope and some notes sticking from it, and I just took the

How much?

500.

Exactly?

Yes. What sort of notes?

Twenties, mostly.

Where's the cash now?

In a box on top of the wardrobe in my room.

I spent some of it.

How much?

About a hundred.

On what?

A new snooker cue.

£100 on a queue.

Well, I got some clothes as well.

And some of the money got lost.

Idiot. I know.

Charge him, Lewis.

You must know something about the letter.

Tell me what the hell's going on, for God's sake.

That letter wasn't meant for me.

It was addressed to you. I know, but I was supposed to pass it on to someone

else. Who?

No one you know.

Clive, it doesn't concern us.

The police think so.

Well, they're wrong.

I think we should get back to our work.

Clive, when are we going to meet again?

I don't know.

But we've got to let things cool down a bit.

Please. Tomorrow night.

No, I can't. For when? I don't know.

Jennifer, I think it's finished.

I don't think so.

It's easy for you.

It isn't easy at all.

I have to go home.

There's the children.

I go home too.

I have to lie to my friends, make excuses to protect you. All this

the police.

Please, Jenny.

No, we can't talk about it now.

We've got to meet.

If we can't meet tomorrow night, the night after.

The hotel at Tame?

More deception.

I don't enjoy it either.

Oh, Clive.

Make a clean break.

Leave her.

Come and live with me. I can't do that.

Be realistic, for God's sake.

It's a question of what really matters, isn't it?

I broke off my engagement for you, and don't you forget it. Let's get on with

our work, shall we?

It's because things are difficult.

Not now!

You're hurting me, Peter! Please, let go of me!

What's the matter?

Why are you encouraging me? What?

Why do you leave me on?

I don't know what I'm doing. I'm frightened.

Don't be scared.

I won't hurt you.

I'll be very gentle.

Please stop it, Peter!

I hate you!

Angie!

Morning. Married for little?

I think so. Why?

I just wanted to talk to someone.

What's the matter?

I've just been such a fool.

What's happened?

I had a close encounter with my tutor yesterday.

Oh?

He just about raped me.

At college?

No, it's flat.

Oh, dear.

Jenny, can I tell you something?

Sure.

Well, I've never been with a man.

You know.

I know.

It doesn't matter.

It's OK.

I know I talk sometimes as though I'm the whore of Babylon, but it's all a bit

of an act. I've never, ever done it.

Good for you.

I'm almost jealous.

I've always had a bit of a thing about my tutor. He really fancies himself,

makes me sick.

But I thought it would be OK. You know, he kept asking me round to his place,

and, well, I played along a bit.

Oh, God, what a fool. I could shoot myself.

Oh, what happened?

I went round to his place for high tea, as he calls it.

Makes it sound like a religious rite.

Anyway, I crumbled. I was so nervous.

So I had a huge gin and tonic when I arrived.

And then when he started... Well, you know.

I thought, this man is a repulsive toad. What am I doing here?

And then it turned into a martial arts contest, what with me scratching his

out and him chasing me all over the place.

Did he catch you?

Certainly not.

I escaped, Virgo intacta.

God, aren't men hateful, Jenny?

Mrs Margaret Crowther?

Yes. Is that your car?

Yes, right.

Just a routine investigation, madam.

Oh. We're checking out the owners of all red cars in the area.

It's just to eliminate your vehicle from our inquiries.

I see.

I think you've got some more to tell me, John. Have I?

Don't waste my time, John. I'm not, aren't I?

Have you been to my home?

Have you seen my mum? We've recovered the rest of the money. Did you see his

mum, Lewis?

What did she say? She's worried about you, John, so let's get things sorted

shall we?

Sit down.

But I've told you everything.

What happened in the car park?

Not again.

She was lying there like I told you.

And you took the money?

Yes.

What else?

Nothing.

Who did this belong to?

Sylvia.

How did you get it?

I took it.

I don't know why I was angry.

Angry? Well, she was supposed to be meeting me.

She left me waiting in the bar. She made a fool of me.

I just picked it up. It was lying there.

Did you kill her?

Of course I didn't.

You can go home.

Can I?

After you've made another statement, leave nothing out.

I mean nothing.

No. No.

I don't recognise any of these women.

No. Take your time, Miss Jarman.

I have taken my time.

Would you like to have just one more look?

I don't think there's a lot of point, is there?

However, I have got one piece of information.

which might interest you.

I think I've got the number of the car.

The red car.

Precisely.

Now, where is it?

Oh, here we are.

I also wrote down the make.

Where did you get this, Miss Jones?

I was out shopping.

I generally get out every day if I can.

And I saw the car.

Are you sure it was the same one?

It was light.

What light?

When I saw it, I remembered.

You see, the light at the back of the car.

The rear light? Yes, the left one. It was broken.

As though it had had a bump.

It had to be the same car.

There are hundreds of red Ford F -courts in Oxford, Miss Jarman.

That is the car, Inspector.

What is the difference between a pigeon and a stopper?

Well, a pigeon is the only one.

A pint of that and, um... Two pints of that.

Look at that bunch of yuppies.

I don't know.

At least if it became regular, it would work wonders for his sales of gin and

tonic. I bet they asked for VAT receipts at the end of the session.

Now, drink that, Lewis.

Loosen some brain cells.

Mmm.

Sir, Miss Jarman's number.

Yes? It does belong to the Ford escort.

Oh? A Mrs. M. Crowther.

I think I'll get some of our lads to breathalyze them. That should sweep the

place clean.

Crowther.

Crowther?

Dr. Crowther's wife?

Who?

Jennifer Colby. Angie.

The coded letter.

This jarman's not as daft as I thought.

Cunning old buzzard.

What's up to?

Crowther, the old goat.

Yes.

Named Debouchy, Lewis. He borrowed his wife's car.

He picked up Sylvia Kane.

How do you know this, Mrs Crowther, is his wife? I don't even know if he's

married, but I bet he is.

Come on, drink up.

Do you want me to cover around the back, sir?

I don't think Mrs. Crowder's going to jump out of the kitchen window.

No one in, dammit. Let's go back to my place. Try again later.

You need that chair.

You deserve it.

I want it.

I lied for you, Bernard.

I told the police that I had the car that night.

Now, for God's sake, help me.

Well...

They did give someone a lift.

Was that girl the one who was murdered?

Apparently.

You killed her?

Not deliberately. Of course I didn't.

How did you meet her?

Well, she was hitching a lift.

I picked her up and drove to Woodstock.

Stopped for a drink on the way.

When she suggested that we turn into the car park of the Foxton Castle, I

thought she just wanted another drink.

She had other ideas.

In my car?

Well, she soon realized she'd picked up the wrong man.

I was completely out of my depth.

And suddenly she lost her temper.

It was a bit of a struggle.

And she got out of the car, slammed the door.

I was completely shattered, I can tell you.

I just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

I started up the car, stuck it into reverse, and reversed out quickly.

Do remember, flight bumper.

I thought I'd just driven over a curb or something.

I didn't realise it was her.

Not then.

And I drove home.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Because I'm a fool.

Oh, God!

How are we going to get out of this?

I'll go to the police. I've had enough. Like hell you are.

We know it was an accident.

They might think otherwise.

Marvellous. Please.

Now, listen.

This is what we're going to do.

Yeah, that's the one.

Yeah, great.

Right.

Fine.

That Mrs Crowther is Dr Crowther's wife. You were right.

So... Crowther borrows his wife's car, sees Sylvia Kane hitching. Does he know

her?

No.

So it's just chance.

Yes, he sees Sylvia with her thumb out. Curb crawling.

If you want to curb crawl, you don't head for the Woodstock Road, Lewis.

Oh, really? He picks up Sylvia and they drive off.

Why doesn't he take the other girl?

Burton.

He doesn't fear.

Well, so you would say. What about my friend?

But Crowther's doing the driving.

And then there's a gap.

She had a couple of gin and tonics somewhere.

This other girl, Lewis, it is a girl.

In spite of Miss Jarman?

I'm sure it's a girl.

Crowther.

Does he know Jennifer Colby?

No.

He knows one of Jennifer Colby's lodgers, Angie Hartman.

Sex is the problem, isn't it, Lewis?

Who was abusing Sylvia Cain?

Could be the other way about.

No chance.

Are you finished?

Just about.

Then hurry up.

I can't believe our hair's on the street.

Oh.

Take your rubbish home!

Come back! Come back, Dennis!

Come back here!

I wonder if that's the nice policeman again.

Oh, God, I bloody well hope not.

Now, come in.

You're not supposed to come here.

Where can we talk?

Hello.

Angie.

I'll go finish my apple.

Just call me Cinderella.

Jenny, I've made a decision. The whole thing's got to stop.

Oh, you've made a decision, have you? I want you to get another job.

What? We can't go on working under the same roof, not after all this.

I've done some phoning around for you this afternoon.

I'll give you great references.

I don't believe you said that. With a bit of luck, you'll get an even better

paid job.

I don't want another job. Well, I'm sorry about that. It's just got to

Oh, God, what sort of a creep are you?

You'll be all right.

You just try and get rid of me.

You just try it. You'll do well out of me, damn it.

That's what you wanted, wasn't it?

You bastard.

What are you doing?

I'm going to talk to your wife.

You

bitch.

Now die!

Thanks.

What are you doing here? I could ask the same of you, Moss.

One step ahead of us.

What are you talking about?

Why did you get in?

Who told you I was here?

Do you know the Kravis? Of course I do.

Marvellous man, he is.

Her husband's had a heart attack.

I was just collecting some of his things.

He's at the hospital? Yes.

Look, what's going on? I want to ask him a few questions about Sylvia Kane.

Oh, he's not mixed up in that.

Good.

Good God, Miles.

Let's go.

Hang on.

More news from the home front.

Sylvia Kane had problems with her elbow.

A cycling accident.

Not now, Max.

She was still having treatment.

We'd better see Crather at the hospital.

Her next appointment with the specialist was the day after her death.

See you in the morning, sir.

Nurse?

What did you just say?

What? To Max.

See you in the morning.

Miss Jarman.

Sylvia came with seeing someone in the morning.

At the hospital.

The specialist?

And the nurse, most likely.

The nurse who lives with Jennifer Colby. Brilliant nurse.

Widowson. Mary Widowson.

See my watch?

It's on the piano.

Oh, thanks.

Oh, God, everything's a mess.

I hit him over the head with the phone.

You what?

Well, good for you, Jenny.

He's probably on his way to casualty right now.

No chance.

He'll be off home to that wife of his.

Well, good riddance. That bloody letter that ruined everything.

What letter?

Oh, that old man you're so keen on.

He wrote you another of those stupid coded things.

Police have got it now.

What?

I haven't told them anything.

It's all muddled up with that girl that got killed.

Sylvia? Sylvia Kane, yeah.

Did you know her?

Um... Oh, I'd met her at the hospital. She was having therapy to improve the

flexibility of her elbow.

Oh, I remember. She had some time off work.

Anyway, I bent over backwards to keep you out of this.

Thanks.

Looks like we're in the same boat now.

Is there somewhere we can talk to you, Miss Willerson?

Yes, of course.

Can we be alone?

Right here, Lewis.

Tell me about Bernard Crowther.

I want you to tell me what happened in the car park of the Foxen Castle, Mary.

Please.

It was an accident.

All I could have murdered the rubbish.

I know.

You do?

Yes.

It wasn't Bernard's fault she died.

Look.

I met Sylvia Kane by chance at a bathtub.

You knew her from her visits here?

Yes.

Funny.

That's how I met Bernard.

Comes in here for tests on his heart.

Anyway, I wanted an evening away from Oxford.

Time to think things through.

We'd been having an affair for some time.

Very discreet.

A couple of hours together each week.

Meal somewhere.

Often we just enjoyed each other's company.

Not necessarily for sex, you know.

Talking together.

Companionship.

You were lovers as well.

At first, but... What?

I wanted him to leave her.

That wife of his.

You ever met her?

No.

She's sitting in the corridor outside.

Oh, God, I thought it was her.

She won't know you. We'll be very discreet when we leave.

Why did Bernard send you £500?

He didn't. He did, in a coded letter.

Ah.

I never got the letter.

I know. But why the code?

He was like that.

I don't think he ever recovered from reading boys' own annuals.

I was his secret.

I was half the fun to him, deceiving that bitch of a wife.

What was the money for, Mary?

It was for a holiday in the sun.

He wanted me out of the way.

He had some professorial chair in the offing. He didn't want a scandal at the

last moment.

It's one of the things we read about.

So, you met Sylvia Cain at the bus stop?

She wanted to hitch.

She went on ahead and this red car stopped.

It was Bernard.

Where are you going? I recognised his voice.

Pop in, I'll give you a lift.

He didn't see me, I didn't get in.

They drove off together.

I am ashamed of what I did next.

The bus came soon after.

Instead of going home, I should have done, I know, I followed them to

Oh, I wasn't leaving.

I knew Bernard's old haunt.

I searched for them.

I went to a few pubs and they weren't there.

Then, at last, I spotted the car in the car park.

At the Foxen Castle.

Windows all steamed up.

I could hear a row going on.

Then Sylvia got out of the car and slammed the door.

I rushed up to her and I hit her.

Then Bernard reversed the car and drove over her.

He had no idea she was on the ground.

I knew she was dead.

I ran off.

What's going to happen to him?

I'm not sure.

The important thing is for him to get better as soon as possible.

Will I be charged?

I should think so.

Yes.

Bernard still doesn't know I was there. He thinks it was all his fault.

Will you let me see him before I go?

Please.

Morse. Margaret,

my niece.

She's not, you know... I think she's got her plate pretty full at the moment.

Will you take care of her, Max? We'll see you later.

Thanks, my friend.

Who's that woman? Which woman, dear? That nurse.

Oh, I... I'm the slightest idea.

Mrs. Crowther? Yes? Would you like to see your husband now? Thank you.

Lewis, if anyone offered you a free holiday in the sun, what would you do?

Take it.

Sensible fellow.

Let's get out of here. I hate the smell of hospitals.

All this to love and raptures due.

Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too?

What? Rochester, Lewis.

I think maybe it's time I bought you a drink.

Long overdue, Lewis.