'Top 5 %, sir.'
Morse wrote down the calculation.
'What proportion of middle-aged men are attractive to women?' Silly question! Morse noticed the derision in Lewis's face. 'You know what I mean. Some men are positively repulsive to women!' Lewis seemed unconvinced. 'I know all about these middle-aged Romeos. We're all middle-aged Romeos. But some men are more attractive to women than others, aren't they?'
'I don't get many falling for me, sir.'
'That's not what I'm asking you. Say something, for God's sake!'
Lewis plunged again. 'Half? No, more than that. Three out of five.'
'You're sure you mean that?'
Of course he wasn't sure. 'Yes.'
Another figure. 'How many men of this age group have cars?'
'Two out of three.' What the hell did it matter?
Morse wrote down his penultimate figure. 'One more question. How many people own red cars?'
Lewis went to the window and watched the traffic going by. He counted. Two black, one beige, one dark blue, two white, one green, one yellow, one black. 'One in ten, sir.'
Morse had shown a growing excitement in his manner for the last few minutes. 'Phew! Who'd have believed it? Lewis, you're a genius!'
Lewis thanked him for the compliment and asked wherein his genius lay. 'I think, Lewis, that we're looking for a male person, resident in North Oxford, married — probably a family, too; he goes out for a drink fairly regularly, sometimes to Woodstock; he's a well-educated man, may even be a university man; he's about 35 to 45, as I see him, with a certain amount of charm — certainly, I think a man some of the young ladies could fall for; finally he drives a car — to be precise a red car.'
'He'd be as good as anyone, I suppose.'
'Well, even if we're a bit out here and there, I'd bet my bottom dollar he's pretty likely to fit into most of those categories. And, do you know, Lewis,
North Oxford? 10,000
Men? 2,500
35-50? 1,250
Married? 1,000
Drinker? 500
Top 5 %? 25
Charm? 15
Car? 10
Red Car? 1
Lewis felt a guilty sense of responsibility for the remarkable outcome of these computations. He stood by the window in the fading light of afternoon, and saw two red cars go by one after the other. How many people
'What do you think then, Lewis?'
'Might be worth a go.'
'How many men do you want?'
'We'd need to do a bit of thinking first, wouldn't we?'
'What do you mean?'
'The local authorities could help a good deal. First we'd need some up-to-date lists of residents.'
'Yes. You're right. We need to think it through before we do anything.'
'That's what I thought, sir'.
'Well?'
'We could get straight on to it in the morning, sir, if you felt up to it.'
'Or we could get straight on to it now if
'I suppose we could.'