'The thought suddenly occurred to Morse that this would be a marvellous time to murder a few of the doddery old bachelor dons. Now wives to worry about their whereabouts; no landladies to whine about unpaid rents. In fact nobody would miss most of them at all...' Dr Browne-Smith had last been seen on the morning of Friday, 11th July. Nobody had heard from him since. Plenty of time to disappear, thought Morse. And plenty of time to cover his trail...