Endeavour Page #4
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- 2012
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my lads do the same.
Right, you'd better
come through.
Have you seen Johnny?
Where were you
Saturday night, Mr. Franks?
Railway Arms, in Didcot.
Anyone vouch for you?
Yeah.
The rest of the team.
Darts.
Play in a league.
We were away to Didcot
on Saturday.
What time did that finish?
11:
00-ish.Suppose got home
around midnight.
Right, then?
Not quite.
Understand you knew
Mary Tremlett.
Yeah, slightly.
It was more than slightly,
wasn't it?
You were her boyfriend.
Don't know where you got that.
Look, I've got a few birds
on the go,
but Mary weren't one of them.
Mean, might've given her
some old chat,
but that's as far as it went.
What about her?
Well, she had a fight with Mary.
Over you.
The other week.
Wouldn't know about that.
A lot of young girls hang around
the garages, Constable.
You know what they're like
at that age... lad mad.
They get an idea
in their head, what can you do?
Mary did have a boyfriend,
as it goes, but it weren't me.
Miles something.
A college sort.
Begins with a P.
Miles Percival?
Yep, that's it... Miles Percival.
You want to know about Mary,
you should go talk to him.
Mary broke it off with Miles
six months ago.
Was he sleeping with her?
What sort
of a question is that?
She was 15.
for God's sake.
He said he was saving himself.
on crosswords, Mr. Lomax?
Miles?
God, no!
No, couldn't stick
a crossie at any price.
Didn't have that kind of mind.
Used to drive him nuts.
You did?
Hey, look, you've no idea
what he was like.
It was awful.
After she left him,
In the end he got it
into his head
that she was seeing
someone else.
Did he say who?
Uh...
He thought that...
That's absurd.
You did know her, though?
Miles brought her
to a drinks party.
She seemed very personable.
Very quick witted.
Really, it was just one
One of the younger dons
mentioned that it was a pity
we didn't see more people
like that coming to Oxford.
Like what?
Well, of her class.
The wine was in, suppose,
but Reece hit upon
a wheeze to see if,
with a bit of coaching,
we couldn't convince the Bursar
that she was an undergrad.
At Lady Matilda's, do you see?
Alexander Reece?
Why, do you know him?
Yes.
Would've scared the
Bursar half to death
to hear the finer points
of Pindar's monostrophic odes
discussed in an accent
rather more town than gown.
And was he?
Scared half to death.
In the event,
the opportunity never arose.
You couldn't inveigle
Mary Tremlett
to join your subterfuge?
On the contrary,
she was all for it.
Someone taking
an interest in her.
Imagine she was flattered.
Imagine she was.
Now, if you've any more
questions, Morse,
I'm afraid you'll have to put
them to me on the hoof.
When did you last see Mary?
Sometime earlier in the year.
And when you were tutoring her.
Once a week, once a fortnight.
Something like that.
After lectures.
At home.
A case of when
one could fit her in.
Since you knew Mary,
I'm bound to ask where
you were Saturday night.
Was at home.
Anyone confirm that?
My wife.
Your wife has choir practice
on a Saturday evening,
doesn't she?
may have thought,
my relationship
with Mary Tremlett
an academic experiment.
Did she prove
an apt pupil, Dr. Stromming?
She had a facility
for conning by rote.
But I'm afraid, after a while,
what had in one's cups
seemed amusing
no longer felt... quite right.
Alex?
Oh, say.
Full marks.
You timed that one rather well,
didn't you?
Scoff.
And a bloody good
claret or two, of course.
Free and gratis.
Oh, if it's all the same...
On duty, suppose.
There is something need
to talk to you about.
Mary Tremlett.
This bet that you have got
with Rowan Stromming...
Oh, see.
Donald.
Yes, was wondering why you
were creeping about in college.
to their relationship?
Aside from this bet?
Well, wouldn't have thought so.
Filled a sweater well enough,
but a mite odalisque
to my taste.
Tout avec f rites, suppose.
Take the girl out of Cowley.
You didn't use to be so cruel.
Poor old Morse.
You were never Oxford material.
Abingdon 4185.
Yes.
Yes, have.
Shocking.
No.
Well, think that's wise.
Listen, I'm just about
to leave for London.
You can reach me there
if there's anything
Flaxman one-seven-double eight.
All right?
...But that the
involvement of British forces
in the crisis
remained unlikely.
Meanwhile, there are reports
of fighting
between South and North
Vietnamese troops in Dong Xiao.
In other news,
an early hand-written draft
of Ozymandias
by the poet
Percy Bysshe Shelley
is to go on show at the
Bodleian Library in Oxford.
Gifted to the library
in 1893...
"Boundless and bare,
the lone and level sands
stretch far away. "
Detective Constable Morse.
What brings you here?
" Met a traveler
"from an antique land,
who said two vast
"and trunkless legs of stone
stand in the desert.
"And on the pedestal
these words appear:"
"'My name is Ozymandias,"
King of Kings
'Look on my works,
ye mighty, and despair!
I'm afraid don't...
Oh, think you do,
Dr. Stromming.
Ozymandias.
"Look on my works,
ye mighty, and despair. "
But then, crossword setters
aren't exactly famed
for a lack of self-regard.
The gentle teacher
bestowing wisdom
upon the young and eager pupil?
It may even have
started out that way.
But it's not how it ended up,
is it?
What happened,
Dr. Stromming?
Did you tire of her
just as quickly,
once the shine was off it?
Or was your wife
getting suspicious?
Rosalind had no idea.
Did Mary Tremlett threaten
to tell her, then?
Is that it?
She wouldn't go quietly?
Is that why you lured her
to Bagley Wood?
What?
It's here, Doctor.
In black and white.
First across,
"Where most the gypsies
"by the turf-edged way
pitch their
smoked tents. "
Answer, six and four.
Bagley Wood.
Last down,
"How many cowgirls?"
Five letters.
Answer, eight.
Don't understand.
Oh, you understand
all too well, Doctor.
You were to meet Mary Tremlett
Saturday night at 8:00
at Bagley Wood,
while your wife was safely out
of the way at choir practice.
Didn't set Bagley Wood.
Not last Saturday, anyway.
Set Hinksey.
And it was 6:
00, not 8:00.This is next week's puzzle.
Next week's?
will keep a few grids
ahead of himself,
just in case he's taken ill.
Here.
You see?
Hinksey. 6:
00.This is the grid meant to send.
So that's why
she didn't turn up.
Submitted the wrong puzzle.
Rowan handed me the envelope
to post, as usual,
but what with rehearsals,
it completely went
out of my mind.
So what happened?
Come Wednesday, it was still
on the mantelpiece.
And was about to run it
into town myself
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