"# BRAHMS:" "Denn Alles Fleisch" "(Chair creaking)" "(Clicking)" "(Gunshot)" "It gives me great pleasure to launch Burridges Spring Into Summer fashion collection." "Diana!" "Diana, this way, please!" "The simple fact that King Harold had to straightway hurry South from Stamford Bridge to repel the Norman invasion is perhaps the decisive factor in William's victory." "MORSE:" "D..." "A..." "F..." "T..." "N..." "U..." "P." "RADIO:" "I have received a heartfelt appeal for Frida Yelland, of Wantage in Oxfordshire, to get in touch with her dad, Bernard." "Dad says he loves you and misses you very much and just wants to know you're all right." "When my late colleague, Tom Duggan, took this seat in March, it may have only been by 18 votes, but let me assure you this constituency is more to me than just a swing seat." "It's my home." "MAN:" "Well said!" "In..." "Out..." "In..." "Out..." "Smoking?" "No." "Drink?" "The odd glass." "Are you sleeping all right?" "WOMAN:" "Diana?" "(Knocking)" "Diana?" "Dinner, dear." "Yes, Mrs Todd." "Don't want too late of a night, dear, do we?" "Not with tomorrow." "Five minutes, Mrs Todd." "Don't fret yourself, Mu." "It's a woman's prerogative." "# Denn alles Fleisch" "# Es ist wie Gras" "# Und alle Herrlichkeit..." "RADIO:" "Now some traffic news just in." "Drivers travelling to Oxford are advised to avoid the centre of town, where a pageant marking 900 years..." "Someone's got a spring in his step." "Have they?" "Starts back again today, doesn't he?" "Properly, I mean." "At the station." "Well, if the medic's passed him A1." "Fred." "Remember what you said after that drink?" "(Doorbell)" "JOAN:" "I'll get it!" "Don't expect too much." "Come in." "You've lost weight." "What have they been feeding you out at Witney?" "Mockery and humiliation, mostly." "Morse." "Sir." "How's the leg?" "Oh, fine." "Fine." "We'd have kept you on at the station, if I'd had my way." "It was erm..." "The budget." "I know." "Something about carrying dead wood, wasn't it, Mr Bright said?" "You might want to avoid The Broad... cos of the parade.." "(Lively music and cheering)" "Today this city celebrates 900 years of history." "900 years since these islands fell beneath the Norman yoke." "It says something, perhaps, for the bulldog spirit, that we've never been conquered again - though many have tried." "Ah!" "I would also like to welcome back to the station DC Morse... who, after four months counting paperclips at County, returns to us - the FME assures me - much restored." "Very well, carry on." "You'll be pleased to be off light duties and returned to your more general responsibilities, no doubt." "Sir." "Well, eventful year for you - one way or another." "Mm?" "Shot." "The opera lunatic." "And then, to top it all, your father." "Damned bad luck." "But back on the horse, yes?" "Carry on." "When you have a minute, Thursday." "I'll leave you to get settled in." "How is he?" "I ask with no side." "He's young." "He'll mend." "The ABC said that she handed in her cards the previous Friday." "I know my daughter." "Frida wouldn't just go away and not tell me." "It was planned, then, not like she just disappeared off the street?" "Look..." "Leave it with us." "Any news, we'll let you know." "My colleague will see you out." "Morse?" "It's Mr Yelland, isn't it?" "From Wantage?" "You came into Witney last week." "I've been all over." "What makes you think that Frida's come to Oxford?" "Well..." "I don't know she has." "I'm just trying everywhere." "She'd have called or wrote sooner'n fret me like this if she was going off." "Oh, damn." "Uh..." "I meant to give this to the other fella." "Can you help me?" "Please." "Yeah, of course." "Try not to worry." "Anything in it?" "Two weeks?" "Girl's free, white, single and over 21." "Probably run off with the milkman." "(Screaming)" "Get off me!" "It's just a bit of paint, that's all." "Stay calm." "Come along, miss." "(Phone rings)" "Morse." "Hello, matey." "You're a sight for sore eyes and no mistake." "Back full time?" "Looks like it." "What did I miss?" "You heard about my Sergeants', I suppose?" "Three lousy points." "If at first..." "Yeah." "Give up." "Right." "Brace yourself." "It's a bit uh..." "All right." "Wait a minute." "Name?" "Oh, take your pick." "Has about two dozen different business cards." "Witnesses?" "The traffic warden was writing a ticket when he hit, but nobody saw him jump." "The porter says access to the roof is easy enough if people are of a mind to go up there." "Off heights, are we?" "Lately." "Funnily enough." "Mmm." "Not how I'd "my own quietus make", but he wouldn't have known much about it." "Instantaneous." "Dead before his mind had a chance to catch up with the rest of him." "What do you make to these?" "Commonly removed in suicides." "Automatic gesture." "And, of course, the added benefit in this instance, is that he wouldn't have seen what was coming towards him." "Cause?" "Something of a salmagundi." ""Multiple catastrophic injuries" do you to be going on with?" "Chapter and verse once I've had a rummage." "Nothing suspicious?" "Only you." "Morse." "(Lively chatter)" "They're just jealous." "Now, what have I told you, hm?" "When people say or do nasty things, what do you do?" "Stare back and smile." "Any word as to what was behind it?" "Someone said perhaps a falling out over a boyfriend?" "Diana doesn't have a boyfriend." "She's waiting for Mr Right." "But, listen, what I can tell you is that she's shooting a commercial for the television on Friday with the racing driver, Danny Griffon?" "Oh?" "What's it for, Tone?" "Sunlight Soap powder." "Formula 1." "Big new campaign." "It's very "now", it's very "with it" and Diana's very excited about it." "As to anything else, we're just here to run a competition." "The Oxford heat's still going ahead?" "Absolutely." "Otherwise there would be dozens of disappointed young beautiful ladies." "So the show must go on and it will do at Cowley Lido, on Monday night." "Thanks ever so much." "Thank you." "How is she?" "I'd like five minutes with those stupid little bitches." "We're thinking suicide currently, sir." "But, obviously, more news to follow." "What's the word on Icarus, then?" "Um...multiple catastrophic injuries, according to Dr DeBryn." "But we'll know more once he's completed the post mortem." "You're...up to that?" "Wouldn't want to overface you first day back." "I'm fine, sir." "Once more unto the breach, eh?" "Excellent." "Well, splendid you're settling back in." "Splendid." "Absence makes..." "There should be a notebook." "There was a notebook at the scene." "What's there's what came back, mate." "Receipts?" "For petrol and motor oil from a garage out towards Shotover." "Another for breakfast at Lyons on Carfax this morning." "Why would a man planning on killing himself want receipts?" "Force of habit?" "He'd also tied a bit of string around his finger." "A reminder to do something, wouldn't you think?" "Maybe he'd done it." "Either way, we need to know who he was." "All right." "Stick with it." "See what you can dig up." "Thank you, sir." "Not back off light duties five minutes and already it's foul play." "Just like old times." "All right?" "Hello, sir." "Uh..." "Oxford Police." "Much trade?" "(Feigns laughter) Not since the bypass." "Holiday camp round the back had it worse." "Closed now." "Sold three cans of oil yesterday." "A youngster round lunch, a woman after tea and Mr Meeker about eight." "How old would he be, Mr Meeker?" "Reckon he was about early forties." "Biggish fella." "What was he driving?" "Lincoln..." "Continental." "Did he make any mention of where he was headed... ask for directions or...?" "No." "No." "Didn't need to." "Stopped here, didn't he?" "How long had he checked in for?" "Last night and tonight." "Did he give a home address?" "In the register." "He's stayed once or twice, I think, last few weeks." "Dentist." "Thanks." "900 years of history... and the best that they can come up with to represent the contribution my sex made to this nation is Miss Great Britain?" "Have you got a daughter?" "What I might or might not have isn't at issue, miss." "So you'd be happy to see her on the back of a float with everybody staring at her?" "You letting off your starter pistol put a lot of folk in fear of their lives." "Fear?" "Do you know how many women are beaten or die in this country each week, at the hands of their boyfriends, or husbands or fathers?" "As a matter of fact, miss, I do." "Probably better than you." "Fractured skull." "Lacerated aorta." "Any of which would've done for him." "Stomach contents?" "The full English." "About an hour before he put Sir Isaac's Law of Universal Gravitation to the test." "Any word as to who he was?" "Name's Meeker." "Dentist, apparently." "With teeth like that?" "I've seen better gnashers running at Uttoxeter." "You didn't have a notebook come in, did you?" "There was a notebook at the scene of the crime, on the roof of the car, amongst his personal effects." "I'm a pathologist, not a road sweeper." "If something's been pinched, I should call the police." "Good afternoon." "This is Detective Constable Morse, Oxford City Police." "Would I be right in thinking this is the dental practice of a Mr Meeker?" "It was?" "I see." "What age was Mr Meeker at the time of his decease?" "The Jeremiahs say to me, "Barbara, three elections in two years." "The voters have had enough."" "We're sitting there in Parliament on a 90-odd majority." "I think you know exactly what the danger is." "We give an inch of ground back to the Tories and they'll thieve a yard!" "Here, here." "(Applause)" "Ah, Thursday." "Come in." "May I present Captain and Mrs Batten." "Detective Inspector Thursday." "How do you do?" "Mr Batten owns the paint factory on the Botley Road." "The Saucies?" "What?" "The Worcestershire Regiment, Chief Superintendent." "My tie." "Burma?" "You?" "North Africa." "Italy." "Well, unfortunately, it appears Mr and Mrs Batten's daughter is amongst the group we're holding in connection with that incident this morning." "Kitty." "She attends Lady Matilda's, but Captain and Mrs Batten have brought a letter from her tutor in Medieval Studies at Beaufort." "He assures me she's a person of previous good character." "I think he says "exemplary"." ""A Running Blue, Cupper, and likely prospect for Mexico in the 800."" "If she's done something wrong..." "Barb... ..she should face the consequences, Archie, the same as anyone else." "Admirably expressed, Mrs Batten." "However, not everyone else's mother has been selected to stand for Parliament." "They've been released?" "All of 'em?" ""The quality of mercy," Mr Bright says." "The quality of Captain Batten's backhand, more like." "Assistant Chief Constable's doubles partner in the Seniors' Round Robin." "His paint firm sponsors the Annual Police Widows and Orphans." "Yeah, well, there you go." "Same as I was telling Strange." "It's not what you know." "Morse." "Pint of?" "No, I'm not stopping, thanks." "I just wanted to report on the garage at Shotover." "How'd you make out?" "Well, according to the owner, Meeker's stayed there three times this last month." "Meeker amongst his business cards, wasn't there?" "Dentist." "Swiss Cottage." "He died - two years ago." "Some sort of con artist?" "Possibly." "I found this on his bedside table." "98018." "What's that?" "A telephone number?" "It's unobtainable, if it is." "I've tried it." "D-Day?" "Friday?" "Well, you've got that wrong." "D-Day was on a Tuesday." "What's with the Friday, then?" "Something he had to do tomorrow, perhaps?" "I wondered if it mightn't be Friday at all." "Well, there's a young girl's gone missing from Wantage." "Frida Yelland." "I thought, rather than Friday, it could be..." ""FRIDA Y", couldn't it?" "Or it could just be Friday." "You're keen to get back in the swing, and that's to be commended..." "But?" "Tying in a suicide to a missing girl off the back of a single word?" "Got to admit that's a bit of a stretch - even by your standards." ""Suspected" suicide, isn't it?" "In any event, we'd be better placed to know if certain of his possessions hadn't taken a walk." "What's that?" "Meeker's notebook's gone missing." "Somewhere between the scene and the Exhibits desk." "Could be the Coroner's men swept it up with the rest of the detritus when they bagged the body." "Who was in charge there?" "Strange." "Although I am not saying..." "(Glass smashes)" "Well, I'll have a word with Mr Bright in any case." "Can't have uniform falling down on their duty." "Right, then." "Let's see..." "Thursday." "Must be...?" "Ham and tomato." "Kitty!" "Kitty!" "What?" "Didn't you think what this might mean?" "For you?" "For the family?" "I thought you might understand." "Approve even." "Don't you want things to change?" "Of course I do." "What the hell do you think I'm standing for?" "My God." "You think you'd be standing at all if some old man hadn't died?" "If the party really gave a damn, they'd have selected you for the general, not in some bloody "also ran" by-election." "Kitty..." "It doesn't matter whether you win or lose." "It's just a game." "Yes, it's their game!" "And you're playing it." "It's 1966, Mother." "You don't have to wait to be asked to dance any more." "Wait with the car." "I'll see her into her tutorial." "I'd sooner you didn't come in." "I'm a big girl." "Did Frida ever mention a man called Meeker, Mr Yelland?" "Raymond Meeker?" "About 45 years old." "Might have described himself as a dentist." "Drove a Lincoln Continental." "One of the girls she worked with at Aerated Bread said that she thought she saw Frida in Oxford with an older man." "When was this?" "Since she's been missing?" "Few weeks before." "I told 'em at Kidlington." "I thought I'd told 'em at Witney." "It's got that I've told so many," "I don't know what I've said, and what I haven't, and to who." "Why?" "Do you think you've got something?" "With this Meeker fella?" "For a moment..." "It's just something I'm looking at." "It's probably nothing." "Diana?" "(Knocking)" "Diana?" "Shh." "(Sighs)" "Ah, Thursday!" "Town Hall have made a request of Division for additional security at this... girl competition - whatever it is." "I'd like someone from CID on it." "Sir?" "Just a few hours of an evening." "Making sure the contestants go unmolested." "You're taking a chance." "Don't let Muriel catch you." "Hark who's talking." "(Barking nearby)" "Oh..." "(Knocking)" "Hi." "Hello." "I'm Monica." "With the moped." "From across the way." "Morse." "Sorry to knock, but...you haven't got a tanner, have you?" "I've something on the stove to warm, and the gas has gone." "Come in." "I'll let you have it back." "Call it quits if you've a tin opener I can borrow." "Just moved in, haven't you?" "Weekend before last." "I'll fetch the opener." "You wouldn't have an iron, would you?" "Mine's given up the ghost." "Stretching that sixpence, aren't you?" "How is he?" "Bit ring-rusty maybe." "Soon work that off." "Fred, when you came back from that drink with him, you were worried sick." "I don't know I'd go that far." "Yes, you were." "What was it you said?" ""The light's gone out of him."" "Has it?" "So..." "What do you do?" "What do you think I do?" "A teacher, maybe." "In the colleges." "All these books." "Are you?" "I'm a policeman." "You don't look like a policeman." "Hm." "What do policemen look like?" "Not like you." "Thanks for the opener." "Welcome." "I'll, erm..." "Night." "Good night." "(Door opens and closes)" "(Footsteps)" "Someone get the police!" "There's been a robbery!" "Theft was discovered shortly after seven this morning by one of the porters." "When were they last seen?" "Before the college was locked." "Around eleven." "Nobody in or out in between." "Inside job, then." "If the place was shut tight." "Since you're wearing a hat, might one assume that you're in charge?" "DI Thursday, sir." "City Police." "Might we assume the same of you, Mr...?" "Doctor." "Copley-Barnes." "I'm the Macullen Chair." "Medieval Studies." "And this isn't a hat." "It's a bonnet." "My colleague, Dr Speight" " Senior Research Fellow in Anglo-Saxon Antiquities." "How do you do?" "What's been stolen exactly?" "Speight?" "Come on, man." "This is you." "Ah." "Yes, well, erm..." "We..." "We've an excellent photographic record of the exhibits, as you can see." "Uh..." "The quality of the objects, together with certain runic inscriptions, suggests they belonged to a thegn or high-ranking housecarl in the retinue of King Harold Godwinson." "King Harold that got it in the eye?" "And people decry the merits of the Secondary Modern!" "Yes, Constable, even he." "The centrepiece is a golden helmet, known - by dint of the chief archaeologist's taste for Wagner - as the Tarnhelm." "A spearhead." "A Dane axe." "Various arm-torcs." "What Speight's trying to say, in his scenic way, is that the swag constitutes all the major finds from the Second Wolvercote Trove." "Yes?" "The which, sir?" "You're familiar, presumably, with the dig of '31, which unearthed a late-Saxon belt buckle now in the Ashmolean?" "I can't imagine a working knowledge of the Historia ecclesiastica looms large in the Hendon curriculum." "I can't imagine it would do us very much good if it did." "I beg your pardon?" "The Historia ecclesiastica gentis Anglorum - to give it its full title - appeared 335 years before the events with which this exhibition is concerned took place." "Venerable the Bede may have been, but not clairvoyant." "Please, Dr Speight, do go on." "Get uniform cracking on the movement of everyone in college between the time the place was locked up and when the loot was missed." "Sir." "Sir." "That uh...suicide that went off the Rates Office roof." "There was an exhibition guide in his personal effects." "Half of Oxford's got one, I shouldn't wonder." "I spoke to Mr Yelland." "The father of the missing girl - Frida." "He said that one of her colleagues at work had seen her in Oxford with an older man." "What if that older man was the body that we found?" "What if?" "We've got three cases." "Three separate cases." "A suicide, a missing girl, and now a robbery." "You want to lump all three together because he had an exhibition guide and wrote "Friday" on a piece of paper?" "Well..." "It could be today, couldn't it?" "Friday." "The day of the robbery." "Two minutes ago you said it was this missing girl, Frida Yelland." "Which is it?" "I..." "I don't know." "You don't have to prove anything." "Just having you back in one piece is enough to be going on with." "All right?" "I'm gonna have a word with the porter." "Oh, hello, stranger." "They let you out, then?" "Good behaviour." "You?" "How are you?" "Operational." "There's been a robbery, hasn't there?" "To do with the Wolvercote Trove." "The college wouldn't want us to go into details, Miss Frazil." "Any chance there's a connection to yesterday's larks in The Broad?" "One of the girls has a connection to Beaufort but no-one's naming names." "What do you hear?" "I hear very little." "And divulge even less." "It really doesn't matter what you tell me." "We've had orders from on high that it's a non-story." "Miss Batten?" "Detective Constable Morse, City Police." "I wondered if I might ask you a few questions." "About last night." "Last night?" "Someone stole a sizeable portion of the Wolvercote Trove." "Did they?" "Well, there's one in the eye for Copley-Barnes." "Quite literally." "My tutor." "Yes, I know." "You don't care for him?" "Not as much as he'd like." "My God, you don't think I'm something to do with it?" "Well, I think you made quite a spectacle of yourself on The Broad yesterday." "Feel you didn't make your point strongly enough?" "That was different." "Was it?" "In 1913, Mary Richardson walked into the National Gallery and slashed the Rokeby Venus." "All in a good cause." "Can anyone vouch for your whereabouts yesterday evening?" "No." "Oh, actually, I called home at about half-past ten to speak to Mother, but Father said she was out." "Campaigning or..." "I don't know." "I just wanted people to see the truth." "There's more to women than an empty head and a Colgate smile." "But it's futile." "Nothing's going to change." "I'll walk away from Oxford with a degree - and for what?" "An occupation..." "Housewife." "Am I selfish, Archie?" "Have I been?" "With all this?" "I know it's been hard on you and Kitty." "It's my fault." "She's her mother's daughter." "Headstrong, brave...smart as they come." "Not much of a fault where I'm standing." "Any other circumstance and I would have been cheering her on." "She does know that?" "It's just..." "When you believe in something..." "I had to try for it." "Know what I believe in?" "You..." "Kitty." "The three of us." "According to the neighbours, it's been parked here since yesterday morning." "Fishing waders." "But no rod or tackle." "Switchblade." "Risky old game, dentistry." "According to the logbook, the car's registered to a Mr John Pettifer." "11 Drexel Court, London." "That's Soho." "Pass it on to London, then." "He died on our ground." "I thought I might take a look." "Did you?" "Listen, Morse." "Mr Bright's looking for a volunteer on this beauty contest." "I've put your name down." "To do what?" "Keep an eye." "They're expecting you at Chipperfield Studios at midday." "Ask for a Tony Frisco." "I'm meant to be off light duties." "It came from the top." "After all the hoopla with the pageant." "What if it wasn't a suicide?" "What if his death is somehow connected to this missing girl?" "Frida Yelland." "You're looking to keep your mind occupied, it's this theft at Beaufort we could use a lead on." "You saw her, didn't you?" "Kitty Batten?" "What do you make to her?" "Confused." "Sincere." "Angry." "Any chance the theft of the Trove could be part of the same stunt?" "Well, anything's possible but..." "(Car backfires)" "No, it's all right." "Morse?" "It was just a car backfiring." "I wasn't..." "I wasn't expecting it, that's all." "I know." "Well, it...took you by surprise, that's all." "It was very close." "Made me jump." "You really think there could be something to London?" "I can get the train." "After I've been to see Tony Frisco, of course." "All right." "Set up for a take, please, people." "Diana, take five." "Thanks." "How we looking with the back-projection?" "That was smashing, Diana." "You're a natural." "Hello, there." "Tony Frisco." "Mr Todd's assistant." "Uh, Detective Constable Morse." "Please, come on over." "I'll introduce you to Val" " Mr Todd." "You been with him long?" "Ah, yeah." "A few years." "Started out as his driver." "Worked my way up." "Is it interesting work?" "Beats pest control." "That's my former vocation." "Vermin." "Pigeons, rats, wasps." "That's how I first met Val." "Squirrels in the loft." "Next, I'm wearing a chauffeur's cap, sitting behind the wheel of the Roller." "It sounds..." "Fabulous?" "Oh, it is." "I mean, take Saturday gone." "Diana opens a boutique in Marylebone." "They were all there." "Simon Dee asks me if I like his shirt." "You can't put a price on that." "Where are the cars?" "I don't know how I'm meant to do it right if there aren't no cars." ""Any cars." They will put them in later." "Val?" "Detective Constable Morse." "Thanks very much indeed for coming." "This is my good lady wife, and the partner of my labours." "This is Muriel." "Mrs Todd." "This is one of the nice young gentlemen who will be looking after us tomorrow." "Can we find him an evening suit?" "He has an evening suit." "Don't worry about Muriel." "She's like a cat on a hot tin roof before a competition." "No smoking on the floor, please!" "Sorry, that's me." "Let's go." "MORSE:" "So...what's the form with this kind of thing?" "Traditionally, there's three rounds - daywear, evening wear and swim-wear." "But this is not all about looks." "These girls are judged on personality as much as anything else." "Do you get many applicants?" "Are you joking?" "For the right girl, this competition is the chance at fame and fortune." "This is personal appearances, endorsements." "All of which we take care of." "For a percentage, presumably." "(Bell)" "As the man says, "showbusiness not show friendship"." "Hm." "Val, they're ready to go again." "Diana's playing up." "And Mr White's on the phone from Play-Tone." "Right, thanks so much for coming." "I really appreciate it." "You're gonna have to excuse me but Tony will see you out." "(Siren wailing)" "(He groans)" "Someone's beat us to it." "Right, get him up and cuff him." "What are you doing?" "Look sharp, Mr Pettifer." "Wakey-wakey." "(He screams)" "Don't talk." "Listen." "You recognise Mr Mallory here?" "You know what we want." "What's the numbers?" "I'm not Pettifer." "You are gonna tell me those numbers." "Come here!" "(Woman screams)" "Bring her in here!" "Who are you?" "Lydia..." "Lydia Martin." "Please." "I'm just a secretary." "Give the combination for the safe and save yourself a beating." "I don't know it." "I've only been here three weeks." "You'd have to ask Mr Pettifer." "What do you think we're doing?" "That's not Pettifer." "I'm a police officer." "Check him." "He's right." "Let's get out of here quick!" "(He groans)" "(Phone rings)" "Thursday." "Is this the Oxford City Police?" "I'm Lydia Martin." "The bigger of the two's Mallory." "He's an Inspector." "Vine Street." "Mallory's wife thought he had a bit on the side." "Mr Pettifer's main line was divorce." "So somehow Mallory's got wind of it." "Any idea what Pettifer was doing in Oxford?" "He didn't tell me much." "Well, whatever Mallory was after is in here." "You sure you don't know the combination?" "No." "Let's try 98018." "(Clicking)" "Try 15...58...16...03." "Or some variation thereof." "The combination." "The string around his finger." "He had a bad memory." "Yeah." "He was always forgetting to pay his bills." "He kept everything important written in his little black book." "15..." "What is it?" "58...16...03." "How'd you know that?" "He hung the portrait to remind him of the combination." "The years of Elizabeth Tudor's reign." "Mallory?" "Who wants to know?" "Fred Thursday." "Oxford City Police." "What can I do for you?" "Soho this afternoon." "You and your pal had a rare old time at the expense of one of mine." "Suppose you tell me what that was all about." "Suppose we don't." "Then I'll have to take off my hat." "(Grunting as train passes overhead)" "How long have I been out?" "Nearly back." "While you were having a doze, I dug out Mallory." "Turns out Pettifer was a shake-down artist." "Mallory's wife hired him to find out if her husband was seeing another woman." "He was." "Only, sooner than come clean to his client, Pettifer put the squeeze on." "Only, Mallory wouldn't roll over." "About the size of it." "Still doesn't explain who was waiting for me behind the door of Pettifer's office." "You sure it wasn't Mallory?" "According to Miss Martin, no." "They didn't turn up till after." "Well, I fetched you this out in any case." "Souvenir of London." "Do you need any help?" "No, we're all right for the minute, miss." "Thanks for asking." "I've got him." "That's it." "Let's get you sat down." "Still think Pettifer was a suicide?" "Some other husband had the same idea as Mallory, only this one threw him off the roof." "If whoever hit me was after the same thing as Mallory, then the answer's got to be somewhere in that lot." "You're in no state for bookwork." "Get some sleep." "And I don't expect to see you at work in the morning." "All right?" "Is he all right?" "Touch of concussion." "Could you..." "look in on him now and then?" "Oh, I don't want to..." "I know." "In case he needs anything." "Oh." "And if he takes a turn for the worse, call an ambulance and then call that number." "Any time." "Are you family?" "Colleague." "Goodnight, miss." "Wotcher." "You walk into a door or something?" "Your idea of a day off, is it?" "You're meant to be laid up with a bag of ice on your head." "There's something you should see." "That is your signature, Mrs Todd." "30 guineas to be drawn against the account of ValMu Promotions." "We know Mr Pettifer's bread and butter was divorce work, Mrs Todd." "It was silly." "But can you blame me?" "Surrounded by beautiful young women, who he is..." "I thought maybe she'd got her claws into him." "Who?" "Diana." "They'd been spending a lot of time together." "Promotional tours." "Val had become a little distant." "I was wrong." "Mr Pettifer told you that?" "Yes." "I had no reason to doubt him." "She's worth a million of those." "When I first met Muriel, I didn't have a pot to piss in." "Do you know what I was?" "I was Entertainments Officer at some two-bob holiday camp." "But she saw something in me..." "I'd be nothing without that woman." "Cos she's the brains." "Oh, yes, she's the real business acumen." "That's not how the world sees it." "The world sees what we want it to see." "But I tell you what, believe me, she's the punch line and I'm just the boom-tschh." "Just as a matter of interest, where were you yesterday afternoon?" "You know where I was." "I was at Chipperfield Studios." "And the morning of the pageant?" "In  The Broad, keeping an eye on Diana." "Mu and Tony'll vouch for me." "Look, do you really think I would risk everything that we've built up together?" "For what?" "For some here today, gone tomorrow bit of skirt who's only interested in what I can do for 'em?" "He makes a convincing show." "I'll say a water-tight alibi for the time both you and Pettifer copped it is a bit more than show." "All we've got to go on is the wife's suspicions." "She wouldn't be the first to put two and two, and make five." "I thought I might talk to Diana Day." "Well, D-Day." "Stretching a point, aren't you?" "Besides, she's hardly likely to admit they were carrying on." "If Pettifer had had anything on Todd, we'd have found more in his file than just a cheque." "Don't you think?" "Miss Day?" "Oh." "If you want a signed picture, you'll have to write in." "Detective Constable Morse." "City Police." "Oh." "Thank God." "I thought you were a fan." "You ain't got a ciggie?" "I'm gasping." "I'm afraid not." "Do you mind if I sit?" "Please." "So...what's this about, then?" "What happened at the parade?" "No, it's about another matter." "I wondered..." "Have you ever met a man called Pettifer?" "Not that I know of." "What about a girl called Frida Yelland?" "Do you know how many names I hear in my line of work?" "Who is she?" "She's a young girl gone missing from Wantage." "She may have known this Pettifer character." "Well, like I say, I don't know either of them." "How would you describe your relationship with Val Todd?" "Professional." "He's my manager." "Look, three years ago, I was just plain Betty Jones, working in a shoe shop in Croydon, with no prospects beyond a couple of kids and a maisonette in Purley." "And everyone would've said, "Ain't she done well?"" "Val saw something more in me." ""A smile to build a dream on" he called it." "And he sent me to deportment classes and elocution lessons, and gave me new hair and clothes." "Even a new name." "D Day." "It's my birthday." "It's June 6th." "Simple as that." "Simple as that." "(Shop bell dings)" "Can I redeem this?" "Yes, sir." "Trill Mill Stream." "Runs underneath the city." "At least we know why he needed waders." "TE Lawrence explored it by canoe when he was up." "The point is it surfaces again inside Beaufort College." "How far does this thing go?" "Oh." "About a quarter of a mile." "It ran on the surface originally." "Only enclosed during a cholera outbreak in the 19th century." "What the hell was Pettifer doing taking a photograph of it?" "I don't know." "Casing the location?" "Planning?" "This must be the way the robbers got into the college." "Maybe Pettifer..." "Hold on." "What's that?" "Look, there, up ahead." "SOPRANO: # Qui la voce sua soave" "# Mi chiamava" "# E poi spari" "# Qui giurava" "# Esser fedele..." "Who was she?" "We're not sure yet, sir." "But her outfit matches that of a girl reported missing out of Wantage." "Frida Yelland." "Age?" "Early twenties - if it's her." "It's her." "Was she interfered with?" "Know more once Dr DeBryn's completed his post mortem, but first impression says not." "Her underclothes are still in place." "How was it you happened to find the body?" "A line of inquiry Morse was following, sir." "To do with this suicide off the Rates Office." "Cause of death would appear to be a head wound." "Would have bled quite profusely if she were alive when it happened." "Right parietal." "Between the superior and inferior temporal lines." "Someone hit her, yeah?" "One might reasonably draw such a conclusion." "Pettifer had a fractured skull, didn't he?" "He had a fractured everything." "But that was also on the right." "Between the superior and inferior temporal lines." "If memory serves." "Whoever killed Frida Yelland also killed Pettifer." "It would appear they are both connected to the theft of the Trove." "But what's behind it?" "A falling-out of thieves?" "Perhaps." "But the girl was killed two weeks ago at least." "Maybe she's not part of it?" "Maybe she's heard or seen something she shouldn't, and they can't rely on on her to keep her mouth shut." "So what's with the photographs?" "And why leave the negs in the pawnbrokers?" "Maybe he didn't trust his partner." "Or partners." "Maybe it was his insurance against a double-cross." "Didn't work out too well for him, then, did it?" "After Elspeth died, me and Frida moved here to be closer to my family." "From where?" "London." "I'd gone there after the war to look for work." "That's how I met Elspeth." "She was a widow with a young girl." "What happened to Frida's father?" "Oh..." "The Japs." "Frida took to me from the off." "My little button, she was." "This older man..." "Does the name Pettifer ring any bells?" "No." "Not to my knowledge." "What about Beaufort College?" "Did she know anyone from there?" "We never had anything to do with anywhere like that." "Would you have a key for this, Mr Yelland?" "No." "That's Frida's bits box." "It belonged to my Elspeth." "I let Frida have it after Elspeth passed away." "You'd have no objection if we took it away with us and had a look inside?" "No." "Take what you want." "Just catch whoever did it." "These could be anywhere." "Find wherever this is and we might get some answers." "It's Pettifer's notebook we need." "Same again?" "I'll have a large one." "He'll have a pint of Radfords." "I'm all for a beer at lunchtime." "There's nothing wrong with that." "But when you're on duty with me, you lay off the spirits." "I've seen too many go that way." "What way?" "You think I missed all the bottles round your flat?" "Six months, you'll have enough off the empties to put down for a second-hand car." "Booze can be a good servant, Morse, but it's a lousy master." "What's going on?" "You all right?" "Perfectly." "Why?" "I'm just saying." "Sometimes...with a shooting... ..there can be a delayed reaction." "Shock after the event." "Here, try this." "The FME's rated me fit." "In body." "Seen enough of it in the war." "Men passed A1 and returned to the front line." "Too soon for some of them." "I'm fine." "Thomas shot a couple of rolls with her earlier this year." "I sent the ten by eights off to ValMu." "ValMu Promotions?" "The organiser of this beauty contest?" "That's right." "They put her in the local heats at Henley, but she only came runner-up." "Which was about her mark, to be fair." "Did she have a boyfriend?" "Not that I know of." "What about a man called Pettifer?" "She ever mention anyone by that name?" "Not to me." "That's it." "What was she like?" "Not bad from a distance, you put her in the right clobber - good legs, decent bust." "She was all right till she opened her mouth." "Did you tell her that?" "Did she know anyone at Beaufort College?" "That's lovely, Thomas." "Lovely." "No." "Uh-uh." "That wasn't her scene." "When did you see her last?" "I couldn't tell you." "Try." "Or do you want us to take this place apart and find out what's got her as high as a kite?" "Babe, why don't you go and fix us a rum and coke, eh?" "There's a good girl." "Couple of months, maybe." "Dropped me, didn't she." "How'd you feel about that?" "That's the game, man." "Easy come." "Really?" "She could've been your meal ticket." "I did all right out of it." "I sold her on." "I transferred my interest to ValMu." "What could ValMu do for her?" "You'd have to ask them." "We get hundreds of those through each week." "One pretty girl is very much like another." "This one took part in one of your local heats for Miss Oxfordshire." "Really?" "What's your interest, if you don't mind me asking?" "Our interest, Mr Todd, is she was found murdered." "Oh." "Oh, I'm sorry, that's... ..that's terrible." "That's a tragedy." "Val?" "It's Lane at SCDP." "The East Coast." "Would you mind excusing me just for a moment?" "Muriel can help you with anything else." "What's this?" "More about that nonsense at the parade?" "No, no." "Some young kid's got herself killed." "What did you say her name was?" "Frida Yelland." "We spoke to a Mr Delfarge." "He said he sold her on to you to manage." "Oh, yes, I remember." "We negotiated a percentage but nothing was signed." "But she worked for you?" "She did a couple of exhibitions." "The boat show." "Motor show." "She wasn't really cut out for it." "She ever talk about a boyfriend?" "What about Pettifer?" "It's possible she may have known him." "Her father was killed in the war." "Yelland said as much." "He took on Frida and raised her as if she were his own." "It's not the official telegram, sir." "There's a letter there, sent by his C/O after the war." ""Dear Mrs Spurling," "You will by now have received notice of your terrible loss..."" "So?" "I've seen enough like it." "What's your point?" "Lack of punctuation notwithstanding, it's the signature that caught my eye." ""Captain Archibald Batten."" "My father was a miner, in the Valleys of South Wales." "He'd known poverty." "But it hadn't made him bitter." "He used to say to me, "Barbara, when the world shows you its worst, that's when people show you their best."" "Here, here!" "(Applause)" "That was a very good speech." "Last chance to convince any undecideds." "At least nobody told me to get back in the kitchen." "I thought it was very passionate." "Mm." "I can count on your vote, then." "I don't." "Vote." "People died so you could." "It's your birthright, paid for in sweat and blood." "All right, my dear?" "Who's this?" "Captain Batten?" "I wonder if I might have a moment of your time." "City Police." "DC Morse." "Police?" "Is this about Kitty?" "No, it's about another matter." "It won't take a moment." "I wrote many such letters." "Too many." "I've a vague recollection of Private Spurling, but sadly, I'm afraid... faces do start to blur." "We wondered if Miss Yelland had been in contact with you?" "With me?" "No." "To what end?" "Some connection with her father, perhaps?" "Something brought her to Oxford." "I see." "Then, I'm afraid I'm sorry to disappoint." "I never met her." "I doubt I've thought about her name from the moment I wrote that letter until today." "You've never met, or been contacted by, a man called Pettifer?" "He's a private inquiry agent from London." "No." "Good heavens, no." "The guttersnipes in the press are always looking to do Barbara down, but I can't see even them stooping so low as that." "Where were you on the morning of the pageant?" "Campaigning - with Barb." "A speech to nurses at the Radcliffe Infirmary." "And yesterday afternoon?" "Canvassing...door to door." "As my feet will bear testament." "I can slip my sock off, if you like." "No." "That won't be..." "Thank you for your assistance." "And the best of luck to Mrs Batten tomorrow." "Pint?" "No." "I won't, if it's all the same." "Night, then." "Good night." "You should've stayed." "You'd have been proud." "I am." "(Water sloshing)" "Sir!" "This is indeed the stolen spearhead." "Where did you find it?" "In the tunnel, sir." "Close by Frida Yelland's body." "Looks like the thief stumbled over the corpse in the dark and lost it." "He was already inside the college." "He steals the goods, then makes his getaway under cover of darkness through the stream." "One of your uniformed associates mentioned in passing that you were an Oxford man." "Is that right?" "I've always rather despised that phrase." "Oh..." "Chippy, are we?" "What?" "Poor Third?" "You're tutor to Kitty Batten, aren't you?" "What do you make to her?" "Daddy issues." "Well, Mummy and Daddy issues to be precise." "Hence all this "Look at me!" of late." "Nothing a good spanking wouldn't cure, I'm sure." "Oh, I see." "Turned your head, has she?" "Touch of the barley fever." "Got you yearning for bouts of erotic gymnastics punctuated by Thomas Mann and the New Left Review?" "Yum yum." "You know, the flesh is weak, I suppose." "I've seen all I need to." "Thank you." "There you go, sir." "Thanks." "Thanks, mate." "I hear it's off ration these days." "I've had enough advice for one day." "How do you feel about giving some?" "I've been invited to a meet and greet this evening." "With a view to being initiated into a certain ancient fraternity." "We haven't all got your brain, matey." "Never will have." "Some of us need a leg-up." "A man can't serve two masters." "Sooner or later, you'll have to choose." "Just don't lose your way." "It's easily done." "(Thunderstorm)" "(Needle crackling on record)" "SOPRANO: # Ardon gl'incensi" "# Splendon le sacre faci" "# Splendon intorno" "# Ecco il ministro" "# Porgime la destra" "# Oh, lieto giorno... (Thunder rumbling)" "The Trill Mill is out of bounds to undergrads and staff, Dr Speight." "Is that right?" "Yes." "Yes, indeed." "Students once used it to get in and out after curfew." "The less murophobic at least." "But after the rat infestation of '63, we had it sealed." "Dreadful, pestilential pit of a place." "You wouldn't catch me down there for love nor money." "Sir?" "Was there something else?" "You again?" "Don't you people ever rest?" "I've already told your colleagues, the night the Trove was stolen, I was in my rooms at college." "Was that usual?" "My wife had taken a pupil up to London for her Grade-something at the Royal College." "You don't expect a man to cook for himself?" "Im!" "Try cartwheels." "But there's no-one can vouch for you at college?" "Actually, I had Imogen on a put-you-up." "But she slept through." "Something wrong?" "8...1086." "What?" "Are you quite well?" "August 1086." "The date of the first draft of the Domesday Book." "That's right." "We have some pages from the original Oxfordshire returns on display." "Stop there!" "Everybody, freeze!" "What are you doing?" "What the hell is going on?" "City Police." "What are you doing?" "Open it up." "Is it all there?" "Sir, it's Delfrage!" "Get after him!" "Where were you on the morning of the pageant?" "In my rooms at college." "Alone?" "And Friday afternoon?" "What is this?" "Keep on him, Jakes!" "You think I'm somehow involved in the theft?" "Or worse." "Much worse." "Frida Yelland." "Who?" "The young woman we fished out of the Trill Mill." "You killed her, didn't you?" "We've got you now, Justin!" "Give it up!" "It's over." "You're delusional." "Or drunk." "I think you should go now!" "Excellent, Thursday." "Thank you, sir." "It was Copley-Barnes." "What was Copley-Barnes?" "That stole the Trove from Beaufort and murdered Frida Yelland and Pettifer." "Morse..." "He was the older man." "It's not 98018." "It's 8-1086." "The month and year in which the Domesday Book was completed." "Pettifer was blackmailing him." "He found out somehow that Copley-Barnes was involved with Frida Yelland." "That's why Copley-Barnes stole the Trove." "To pay off Pettifer." "Pettifer?" "Who was already dead?" "What?" "We've got the thieves in custody." "It's nothing to do with Copley-Barnes, or Domesday, or the rest of it." "It was Justin Delfarge and his photographer mate, Thomas." "Thomas, it turns out, is the Right Honourable Gideon Bartholomew Thomas Fyffe-Drummond, youngest son of the Marquis of Stanhope." "He was also a graduate of Beaufort two years since." "Which is how he got to photograph the Wolvercote Trove." "His name's on the blow-ups and in the exhibition guide." "There's got to be more to it than that." "It's just circumstantial." "You remember the model he was taking photographs of when we visited?" "Yes." "The bracelets she was wearing?" "That's lovely, Thomas." "Lovely." "The torcs from the exhibition." "Well, what about Frida Yelland and Pettifer?" "Justin and Thomas both knew Frida." "Pettifer, early days." "You're not actually serious?" "Unless they've confessed." "Have they confessed?" "Remember who you're speaking to." "Have they confessed?" "Morse!" "A man should be big enough to admit when he's wrong." "The Trove has been recovered." "It won't do, Thursday." "It simply won't do." "Who the hell does he think he is?" "Be this blow on the head he got in London, sir." "A slight concussion, that's all." "Put him out of sorts." "Yes." "Yes, a slight concussion." "That'll be it." "A few days off?" "I just got back." "Does it sound like a request?" "You're not right." "Go home." "(Gentle knocking)" "Your friend asked me to look in." "You shouldn't have gone to all that trouble." "No trouble." "I'm used to it." "You're a nurse." "Is it the uniform?" "I just wanted to leave you something before I went on shift." "I tried the other morning, but you gave me the slip." "Try and eat it while it's hot." "You need feeding up." "Hey, now." "You're shaking." "What's so bad it's got you this way?" "Huh?" "A father's lost his daughter." "That has to be put right." "If I can't do that... ..there's nothing." "There." "See?" "You can add cowardice to my list of offences." "When your friend brought you home the other night," "I didn't see a coward." "Just a man...beat up too often and for too long, maybe." "You're not yellow." "You're just blue." "Morse?" "You know your moped?" "I need to ask a favour." "Hello?" "Anyone here?" "Vote for Barbara Batten, your Labour candidate!" "This way, please." "Lovely." "Can we have one of you as a couple, please?" "That's it." "Big smile." "(Birds cawing)" "(Gunshot)" "(Rustling)" "It's you." "Who did you think it was?" "Some couple of bastards from a few weeks since." "What bastards?" "Never got a good enough look." "Two of 'em, though." "Big saloon car parked up back by the cabin." "It's all right." "It's licensed." "You're licensed to own it, Mr Fisher, not to take pot-shots at strangers." "Trespassers." "My old man bought the land when the camp closed." "Not that it's worth anything." "But I like to come fishing." "When was it, these two trespassers?" "Uh..." "Fortnight last Friday." "One of 'em was down by here." "He lobbed something into the water." "I give him a warning shot." "(Chuckles) Should've seen the bugger run." "Would you recognise them, if you saw them again?" "The one by the water...probably." "Oh..." "What you got there, then?" "A hearty round of applause for our lovely ladies." "(Cheering and applause)" "And as the competitors make their way around the pool, let me introduce you to tonight's judges." "Star of radio and television, its What's My Line's Lady Isobel Barnett." "(Applause)" "Racing Driver Danny Griffon." "(Applause)" "Who do you fancy to win?" "Hm?" "The competition." "Miss Great Britain..." "Diana Day!" "When I was a child, my father took me to a county show." "The stockmen led beeves around a field." "The winner got a rosette." "The loser got a bolt through the skull." "It's just a bit of fun, Morse." "First up..." "Number One..." "Oh, yes, it's all fun." "Till the music stops." "Mr Todd." "Take care." "I'll see you later." "Morse." "Any news on Justin and his photographer friend?" "Mr Thursday's still sweating them, far as I know." "What was all that about?" "With Todd." "You seem very pally." "Val?" "Yeah." "Yeah, he's all right." "I probably shouldn't say, but uh..." "That social event we were talking about." "The meet and greet." "Todd was there?" "All right." "Keep it down." "It wasn't anything like you said." "It was no different to a sort of rugby club do, really." "It was all very relaxed." "Where was this?" "Pub out at Thame." "Yeah, the Lodge meets above the saloon, apparently." "Every Wednesday." "Domesday Arms." "It's very picturesque." "We should take a run out there sometime." "I think the returning officer is ready." "OK, just one moment." "Just give me one moment." "Captain Batten." "I wonder if I might have a moment of your time." "I'm afraid I didn't know her name." "So far as I'm aware, she was...just a contestant." "How was it you were on the judging panel?" "I was invited." "They sometimes ask local businessmen to take part." "And counsellors." "That sort of thing." "So, you've no private or personal association with Val Todd?" "I might have run into him here or there." "When might that have been?" "The last time, say." "Oh." "Not for some while." "A recount. 38 votes in it." "Everything all right?" "Oh, perfectly." "Well, thank you for your time." "Domesday." "Right?" "If I can ever be of service." "# VERDI:" "La Traviata, The Drinking Song" "So here we are!" "The moment we have all been waiting for." "..the Returning Officer for the Oxford South Constituency, hereby give notice that the total number of votes..." "Number 7, Cheryl Atkinson from Gagingwell!" "Well done, Cheryl." "The total number of votes recorded for each candidate is as follows..." "Operations Room?" "Can you put me through to MoD Lydd Barracks, please?" "..Greville Horatio, Conservative - 26,326 votes." "Yolande Barton from Cuxham!" "Well done, Yolande!" "And, finally, your winner is..." "And I hereby declare that Barbara Batten is duly elected" "Member of Parliament for the constituency." "Thank you." "Well done, Georgia!" "Well done, Georgia!" "They say behind every great man there is a woman." "I would just like to take this opportunity to thank my husband, Archie, and our daughter, Kitty." "Without them, I would not be standing here today." "Evening, sir." "Morse, what is this?" "Telling us to park up out of sight?" "Thursday, are you in on this?" "More or less, sir." "It's the Frida Yelland killing." "And the man off the Rates Office roof." "Pettifer." "I thought we were holding this Beaufort robbery pair for that?" "In the clear, sir - of the killings at least." "Delfarge and his mate knocked off the Trove by themselves, purely for gain." "Frida Yelland passed through their hands, but that's their only connection to all this." "Morse." "You were right, sir." "Yesterday." "I was wrong." "Spectacularly so." "Worse still, I was disrespectful to you, to Inspector Thursday and to Sergeant Jakes." "And for that, I apologise unreservedly." "You were not yourself." "Thank you for saying so, sir, but the truth is I was myself all too much." "It won't happen again." "So, what's the caper, dragging us out of our kip at sparrows?" "Like I said, I was wrong." "About most all of it." "It wasn't Pettifer had it upside down." "It was me." "81086 wasn't 8-1086, but I couldn't see past the theft at Beaufort." "I over-thought it." "It was 98018 all along." "It's a Lodge number." "Captain Archie Batten and Val Todd are members of Lodge No.98018, sir." "Also known as the Domesday Lodge." "D-Day." "You had that right." "By luck, not by judgment." "I misread the context." "Val Todd and Captain Batten?" "Conspired to murder Frida Yelland and John Pettifer, sir, though I doubt either of them committed the act." "That fell to another." "But Frida Yelland was killed right here - in this cabin." "Val Todd knew the place from his days as an Entertainments Officer." "Morse, are you sure about this?" "These men are pillars of Oxford society." "Proof of the pudding, sir." "Best get out of sight." "Well?" "What's so important?" "You wanted to see me." "Eh?" "You're the one who called this one." "'We must meet up. 0400." "You know where." "Don't call me."" "That's the message you sent me." "Actually, it's the same message that I sent both of you." "One signed with an A, and one with a V." "What is this?" "This, Mr Todd, is conspiracy to murder." "The three of you plotted and executed the killing of Frida Yelland and John Pettifer." "This is madness." "That's what I thought at first, but we spoke tonight to the maitre d' at the hotel where the Henley heat of the contest was held." "He confirmed a record of a dinner reservation for two, in your name, on the night of the competition." "We showed him a photograph of Frida." "He confirmed she was your dinner companion." "It..." "It was just supper." "I felt sorry for her." "She'd taken not winning the competition quite hard." "There was more to it than that." "She'd remembered your name from the letter you'd written, offering your condolences upon the death of her father." "When did she bring it up?" "Before?" "Or after?" "You knew my dad." "In the war." "Private Spurling." "You sent my mum ever such a nice letter." "I don't doubt you denied it." "But Frida wasn't the kind of woman to leave it at that." "She wrote to the regiment, seeing if they had photographs of you and her father together." "They've kept her letter on file." "Of course, having taken her step-father's name, you'd no way of knowing before you slept with her that Frida Yelland was in fact Frida Spurling." "Your own daughter." "You couldn't risk her finding that out." "See, it wasn't Private Spurling who'd died in the war, but Captain Archibald Batten." "You'd got Frida's mother pregnant and done the decent thing, but you didn't love her." "So when Captain Batten died on long range patrol... you saw an opportunity." "You took his identity, his rank..." "created a new life for yourself." "Married - bigamously." "You even wrote home as Captain Batten to offer your condolences to Elspeth Spurling." "Your own widow, still mourning for you." "If Frida had discovered the truth, it would have brought ruin not only upon yourself, but also upon your new wife and family." "You couldn't let that happen, so you approached Mr Todd to get you out of a hole." "And why not?" "By introducing you to Frida Yelland, it could be argued he'd got you into that hole." "Wait a minute." "You needed someone you could trust." "Someone you could rely on to keep their mouth shut." "Who better than a member of a society who relies upon secrecy for its very existence?" "Your Brother Mason" " Val Todd." "You misunderstand the nature of our fellowship." "But not the nature of business." "If Mrs Batten were elected, she'd be well placed to further your interests." "You might've got away with it too." "But murder will out." "We've got your wife to thank for that." "She thought you were having an affair with Diana Day, so she hired Pettifer to keep tabs on you." "He saw you collect Frida from the station and followed you here." "You go in, darling." "I'll be with you in a second." "OK." "I imagine she thought you were giving her another shot at fame and fortune, but she was walking to her death." "Don't bring me into this." "You are in this - up to your neck." "You'd planned to dump her body in the river, only you were disturbed." "(Gunshot)" "(Splash)" "So you had to think of somewhere else, somewhere with strictly controlled access, known only to a few academics at Beaufort..." "..and, of course, yourself, the pest control officer hired in '63 to rid the college of its rat problem." "Evening coming on, light fading, a flashbulb would have betrayed Pettifer's presence." "But this was an opportunity too good to miss." "So he came back in the daytime to make his record." "He took just enough photographs to make you think he had more he was keeping back." "So you arranged to meet for the payoff." "With all eyes on the pageant on The Broad, it was the perfect opportunity." "(Crowd cheering)" "Go on." "If the roof of the Rates Office seemed an odd rendezvous," "Pettifer wasn't concerned." "He'd already left his evidence in a secret place." "In exchange for the money, he'd hand over the pawn ticket but he never got the chance." "So you sent someone to his office to see if there were any copies." "Luckily for me, Mr Batten isn't quite so well versed in wielding a cosh as Mr Frisco, else I might not be here." "I didn't want..." "Shut up!" "They'd have nicked us if they had any proof." "Proof?" "Beyond the fact that you came here this morning?" "Morse's message made no mention of a rendezvous beyond "You know where."" "Decent brief will rip that to shreds." "Perhaps." "But he'll have a harder time with your cigar." "You didn't think we'd come looking for a scene of crime." "But I doubt anyone else in the past two weeks has smoked a Romeo y Julieta here." "It wasn't meant to happen like this." "He was just meant to scare her off." "Maybe." "But that's not how it went." "What...?" "You think I'd..." "My own daughter?" "My daughter." "All right." "Take them in." "All this over some little nobody from nowhere." "Everybody's somebody." "Frida Yelland had people who loved her." "That cigar butt could go missing, couldn't it?" "Evidence disappears all the time." "Right?" "What I'm trying to say is..." "it's still not too late for you." "It just depends." "On what?" "On whether you want powerful friends, or powerful enemies." "A bunch of overgrown schoolboys playing with the dressing-up box?" "You really don't have a clue, do you?" "You cross these people, they will bring you down." "But not before they've destroyed everything you hold dear." "Colleagues...friends...family." "Every action has its consequence." "# BRAHMS:" "Denn Alles Fleisch" "(Phone ringing)" "(Phone continues ringing)" "(Members of press call out)" "And it would be inopportune not to thank Oxford City Police for their vital role in restoring the Trove to its rightful place." "Copley-Barnes gave me an earful." "Said he'd remember you." "Vainglorious fool like that?" "I doubt it." "Too self-obsessed by half." "I can't help feeling like I've missed something." "You have." "Your round." "And it wouldn't be the first time." "You don't want to let a little tripehound like Todd bother you." "I'm not." "Good." "Cos his sort's nowt a pound - and shit's tuppence." "As my grandma used to say." "Northerner." "Right..." "Luncheon meat." "subtitles by Deluxe"