Colin Dexter [Inspector Morse Last Bus to Woodstock (retail)

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.Such admixtures she dispensed with practised confidence from the silvery glitter and sparkle of bottles ranged invitingly behind the bar.The lounge itself, deeply carpeted, with chairs and wall-seats covered in a pleasing orange shade, was gently bathed in half light, giving a chiaroscuro effect reminiscent, it was hoped, of a Rembrandt nativity scene.Gaye herself was an attractive, auburn-haired girl and tonight, Wednesday, she was immaculately dressed in a black trouser-suit and white-frilled blouse.A flash of gems on the second and third fingers of her left hand, betokened gentle warning to the mawkish amateur playboy, and perhaps – as some maintained – a calculated invitation to the wealthy professional philanderer.She was, in fact, married and divorced, and now lived with one young son and a mother who was not unduly chagrined at the mildly promiscuous habits of a precious daughter who had been unfortunate enough to marry such ‘a lousy swine’.Gaye enjoyed her divorced status as much as she enjoyed her job, and she meant to keep them both.Wednesday, as usual, had been a fairly busy evening, and it was with some relief when, at 10.25 p.m., she politely, but firmly, called for last drinks.A young man, seated on a high stool at the inner corner of the bar, pushed his whisky glass forward.‘Same again.’Gaye glanced quizzically into unsteady eyes, but said nothing.She pushed her customer’s glass under a priority whisky bottle and placed it on the counter, holding out her right hand and mechanically registering the tariff with her left.The young man was obviously drunk.He fumbled slowly and ineffectually through his pockets before finding the correct money, and after one mouthful of his drink he eased himself gingerly off his seat, measured the door with an uncertain eye, and made a line as decently straight as could in the circumstances be expected.The old courtyard where once the horses had clattered over the cobbled stones had access from the street through a narrow archway, and had proved an invaluable asset to the Black Prince.A rash of fines for trespassing on the single and double yellow lines which bordered even the most inhospitable and inaccessible stretches of road was breeding a reluctant respect for the law; and any establishment offering ‘PATRONS ONLY, cars left at owners’ risk’ was quite definitely in business.Tonight, as usual, the courtyard was tightly packed with the inevitable Volvos and Rovers.A light over the archway threw a patch of inadequate illumination over the entrance to the yard; the rest lay in dark shadow.It was to the far corner of this courtyard, that the young man stumbled his way; and almost there he dimly saw something behind the furthest car.He looked and groped silently.Then horror crept up to the nape of his neck and against a padlocked stable door he was suddenly and violently sick.* * *CHAPTER TWO* * *Wednesday, 29 SeptemberTHE MANAGER OF the Black Prince, Mr Stephen Westbrook, contacted the police immediately after the body was found, and his call was acted upon with commendable promptitude.Sergeant Lewis of the Thames Valley Police gave him quick and clear instructions.A police car would be at the Black Prince within ten minutes; Westbrook was to ensure that no one left the premises and that no one entered the courtyard; if anyone insisted on leaving, he was to take the full name and address of the person concerned; he should be honest if asked what all the trouble was about.The evening’s merriness wilted like a sad balloon and voices gradually hushed as the whispered rumour spread: there had been a murder.None seemed anxious to leave; two or three asked if they could phone.All felt suddenly sober, including a pale-faced young man who stood in the manager’s office and whose scarcely touched whisky still stood on the counter of the cocktail lounge.With the arrival of Sergeant Lewis and two uniformed constables, a small knot of people gathered curiously on the pavement opposite.It did not escape their notice that the police car had parked immediately across the access to the courtyard, effectively sealing the exit.Five minutes later a second police car arrived, and eyes turned to the lightly built, dark-haired man who alighted.He conversed briefly with the constable who stood guard outside, nodded his head approvingly several times and walked into the Black Prince.He knew Sergeant Lewis only slightly, but soon found himself pleasurably impressed by the man’s levelheaded competence.The two men conferred in brisk tones and very quickly a preliminary procedure was agreed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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