associations of the asphodel, although quite certainly he would never have

recognized one of its kind had it flashed across a Technicolor screen.

It was still true though: as men grew older (so Morse told himself) the

delights of the natural world grew ever more important.  Not just the

flowers, either.  What about the birds?

Morse had reached the conclusion that if he were to be reincarnated (a

prospect which seemed to him most blessedly remote) he would register as a

part-time Quaker, and devote a sizeable quota of his leisure hours to

ornithology.  This latter decision was consequent upon his realization,

however late in the day, that life would be significantly impoverished should

the birds no longer sing.  And it was for this reason that, the previous

week, he had taken out a year's subscription to Birdwatching; taken out a

copy of the RSPB's Birdwatchers'Guide

from the Summertown Library; and purchased a second-hand pair of 152/lOOOm

binoculars ( 9.  90) that he'd spotted in the window of the Oxfam Shop just

down the Banbury Road.  And to complete his programme he had called in at the

Summer- town Pet Store and taken home a small wired cylinder packed with

peanuts a cylinder now suspended from a branch overhanging his garden.  From

the branch overhanging his garden.

He reached for the binoculars now and focused on an interesting specimen

pecking away at the grass below the peanuts: a small bird, with a greyish

crown, dark-brown bars across the dingy russet of its back, and paler

underparts.  As he watched, he sought earnestly to memorize this remarkable

bird's characteristics, so as to be able to match its variegated plumage

against the appropriate illustration in the Guide.

Plenty of time for that though.

He leaned back once more and rejoiced in the radiant warmth of Schwarzkopf's

voice, following the English text that lay open on his lap: 'You holy Art,

when all my hope is shaken...'

When, too, a few moments later, his mood of pleasurable melancholy was shaken

by three confident bursts on a front- door bell that to several of his

neighbours sounded consider- ably over-decibel led even for the

hard-of-hearing.

chapter Two When Napoleon's eagle eye flashed down the list of officers

proposed for promotion, he was wont to scribble in the margin against any

particular name: 'Is he lucky, though?'

(Felix Kirkmarkham, The Genius of Napokon) 'not DISTURBING YOU?  '

Morse made no direct reply, but his resigned look would have been

sufficiently eloquent for most people.

Most people.

He opened the door widely perforce needed so to do in order to accommodate

his unexpected visitor within the comparatively narrow entrance.

'I am disturbing you.'

'No, no!  It's just that..  .'

'Look, matey!'  (Chief Superintendent Strange cocked an ear towards the

lounge.  ) 'I don't give a dam if I'm disturbing you; pity about disturbing

old Schubert, though.'

For the dozenth time in their acquaintance.  Morse found himself quietly

re-appraising the man who first beached and then readjusted his vast bulk in

an armchair, with a series of expiratory grunts.

Morse had long known better than to ask Strange whether he wanted a drink,

alcoholic or non-alcoholic.  If Strange wanted a drink, of either variety, he

would ask for it, immediately and unambiguously.

But Morse did allow himself one question:

'You know you just said you didn't give a dam.  Do you know how you spell '

dam'?'

'You spell it ' d - a - m'.  Tiny Indian coin that's what a dam is.

Surely you knew that?  '

For the thirteenth time in their acquaintance .  .  .

'Is that a single malt you're drinking there.  Morse?'

It was only after Morse had filled, then refilled, his visitor's glass that

Strange came to the point of his evening call.

'The papers even the tabloids have been doing me proud.  You read The Times

yesterday?'

'I never read The Times.'

'What?  The bloody paper's there there!  - on the coffee table.'

'Just for the Crossword and the Letters

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