Death Is Now My Neighbor

Серия: Inspector Morse, книга 12

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“What time do you call this, Lewis?”

“The missus’s fault. Not like her to be late with the breakfast.”

Morse made no answer as he stared down at the one remaining unsolved clue:

“Stand for soldiers — 5–4?”

Lewis took the chair opposite his chief and sat waiting for some considerable while, leafing through a magazine.

“Stuck, sir?” he asked finally.

“If I was — if I were — I doubt I’d get much help from you.”

“You never know,” suggested Lewis good-naturedly. “Perhaps—”

“Ah!” burst out Morse triumphantly, as he wrote in TOASTRACK. He folded The Times away and beamed across at his sergeant.

“You — are — a — genius, Lewis.”

“So you’ve often told me, sir.”

“And I bet you had a boiled egg for breakfast — with soldiers. Am I right?”

“What’s that got—?”

“What are you reading there?”

Lewis held up the title page of his magazine.

“Lew-is! There are more important things in life than the Thames Valley Police Gazette.”