As he drove his chief down to Kidlington, Lewis returned the conversation to where it had begun. You havent told me what you think about this fellow Owens - the dead womans next-door neighbour. Death is always the next-door neighbour, said Morse sombrely. The murder of a young woman . . . A cryptic seventeenth-century love poem . . . And a photograph of a my As he drove his chief down to Kidlington, Lewis returned the conversation to where it had begun. You havent told me what you think about this fellow Owens - the dead womans next-door neighbour. Death is always the next-door neighbour, said Morse sombrely. The murder of a young woman . . . A cryptic seventeenth-century love poem . . . And a photograph of a mystery grey-haired man . . . More than enough to set Chief Inspector E. Morse on the trail of a killer. And its a trail that leads him to Lonsdale College, where the contest between Julian Storrs and Dr Denis Cornford for the coveted position of Master is hotting up. But then Morse faces a greater, far more personal crisis . . .