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Max DeBryn.

Is it a scene of crime?

Initial reports

suggested suicide.

Looks to be.

Single entry wound

on the right temple.

Typical starburst

gunpowder pattern

on the skin

surrounding the wound

together with contact scorching

would suggest the weapon

was discharged

at point blank range.

As you can see.

I'll take your word for it.

Squeamish, are we?

You won't make

much of a detective

if you're not prepared

to look death in the eye.

Find me when you're done.

Finished?

The hors d'oeuvres.

Entree this afternoon,

3:
00 sharp.

You can give me your findings

over the telephone, can't you?

You know, there's a word

for people like you, Morse.

Is there?

Necrophobic.

A word for people

like you too, imagine.

Anglo-Saxon, though,

rather than Greek.

Weapon's a Webley.

Mark VI, if you're interested.

.455,

standard army issue.

Not entirely a fool, then.

Not entirely.

Time of death?

Yesterday.

Between 8:
00 and midnight.

Did he leave anything behind?

Beside his gray matter

upon the greensward?

Was thinking

more of a note.

Not that I've come across.

You might have better luck

at his lodgings.

This was in his pocket.

Miles Percival.

Address is in Jericho.

Don't suppose there's

any chance of a lift?

Detective Constable Morse,

Oxford City Police.

Mister...

Lomax.

Brian Lomax.

Would be right in thinking

Miles Percival lives here?

When?

Mean, where?

Last night.

His body was found down by the

river at Thrupp this morning.

You known him long?

Two years.

We sang together

in the choir for a bit.

When did you see him last?

Yesterday, at college.

How did he seem?

Anything worrying him?

No.

What about recently?

Anything out of the ordinary?

Money problems?

College?

Girl trouble?

Nothing he told me about.

You're Australian, Mr. Lomax.

That's right.

From where?

Sydney

So you weren't concerned that

he didn't come home last night?

Was in The Bird till closing.

When got back, thought

he already turned in.

Did you know he owned a gun?

His grandfather's.

I'll need to speak to his tutor.

Sure.

He teaches over at Lonsdale.

Morse?

Morse!

Good God.

Hello, Alex.

Don't believe it.

What the hell

are you doing here?

I'm looking for a colleague

of yours... Dr. Stromming.

What's your business with him?

Police business.

I'm a policeman.

Police?

The last heard, you'd run off

to join the Foreign Legion.

What happened? Didn't take?

It was the Royal Signals.

But no, it didn't take.

You're still...

Climbing the ladder of academe?

Oh, yes.

All the way to the topmost rung.

Master one day, suppose.

You always were ambitious.

Well, genius does what it must.

Walk with me.

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