segment of the lower-case V, and the slight curtailment of the cross-bar in the lower-case 't'… For the moment, however, he said nothing. Then, when his reasonably clean copy was completed, he wound it from the ancient machine and handed it to Morse.
'Much better! Good man!'
'You remember, sir, that original article in
'Yes?'
'You wrote those verses.about the girl yourself, didn't you, sir?'
Morse nodded slowly.
'Bloody hell!' Lewis shook his head incredulously.
Morse poured himself a can of beer. 'Champagne's a lovely drink, but it makes you thirsty, doesn't it?'
Think anyone
'Just the one person. Someone from Salisbury.'
'Didn't you say you would be going there, though? To Salisbury?'
Half an hour after Lewis had left, Morse was listening to Lipatti playing the slow movement of the Mozart piano concerto No. 21, when the doorbell rang.
'It's a bit late I know but…'
What had been a semi-scowl on Morse's face now suddenly burgeoned into a wholly ecstatic smile.
'Nonsense! It just so happens I've got a couple of bottles of bubbly…'
'Will that be enough, do you think?'
'Come in! I'll just turn this off-'
'Please not! I love it. K 467? Right?'
'Where've you parked?'
'I didn't come by car. I thought you'd probably try to get me drunk.'
Morse closed the door behind them. 'I
She followed Morse into the lounge where once more he picked up bottle number three.
'What time will you have to go, my love?'
'Who said anything about going, Chief Inspector?'
Morse put down the bottle and swiftly retraced his steps to the front door, where he turned the key, and shot the bolts, both top and bottom.
epilogue
Life never presents us with anything which may not be looked upon as a fresh starting point, no less than as a termination
(Andre Gide,
the correspondence columns
Sir, On behalf of the Thames Valley Police, I wish to record the gratitude of myself and of my fellow officers for the co-operation and assistance of
Yours,
E. MORSE,
Thames Valley Police HQ,
Kidlington,
Oxon.
[This correspondence is now closed. Ed.]
Like the rest of his staff, the editor had been fascinated by the crop of ideas that sprang from the Swedish Maiden verses; and although the case was now finished he felt he should reply briefly to Morse's letter. In mid- afternoon therefore he dictated a few lines of reciprocal gratitude.
'Do we have a private address for him?' asked his personal secretary.
'No. Just address it to Kidlington HQ – that'll be fine.'
'What about the initial – do we know what that stands for?'
'The 'E'?' The editor considered the question for a second or two. 'Er, no. No, I don't think we do.'
Colin Dexter
Colin Dexter lives in Oxford. He has won many awards for his novels and in 1997 was presented with the CWA Cartier Diamond Dagger for outstanding services to crime literature.