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Colin Dexter has won many awards for his novels including the CWA Gold Dagger and Silver Dagger awards. In he was presented with the CWA Cartier. Norman Colin Dexter, OBE, (born 29 September ) is an English crime writer known for his Inspector Morse novels, which were written between and. Colin Dexter - [Inspector Morse 03] - The Silent World of Nicholas Quinn (retail) ( epub) - dokument [*.epub] For Jack Ashley CONTENTS PROLOGUE WHY?.


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At such close quarters she looked more attractive than ever, with her wide hazel eyes, clear skin, and lips already curved in a smile. The fingers were slim and sinewy, the long nails carefully manicured and crimsoned. She tilted her head to one side in a mock-serious assessment of whatever qualities she might approve in him.

He watched her as she bent her body over the buffet table, watched the curve of her slim bottom as she leant far across to fork a few slices of beetroot - and suddenly felt as he often felt a little lost, a little hopeless. She was talking to the man in front of her now, a man in his mid-twenties, tall, fair-haired, deeply tanned, with hardly an ounce of superfluous flesh on his frame. And the older man shook his head and smiled ruefully.

It had been a nice thought, but now he let it drift away. He was fifty, and age was just about beginning, so he told himself, to cure his heart of tenderness. Just about. There were chairs set under the far end of the table, with a few square feet of empty surface on the white tablecloth; and he decided to sit and eat in peace. It would save him the indigestion he almost invariably suffered if he sat in an armchair and ate in the cramped and squatting postures that the other guests were happily adopting.

He refilled his glass yet again, pulled out a chair, and started to eat. It was no good pretending. He might just as well be himself - a bit paunchy, more than a bit balding, on the cemetery side of the semi-century, with one or two unsightly hairs beginning to sprout in his ears.

It was no use pretending. Go away, my pretty one!

Go away and take your fill of flirting from that lecherous young Adonis over there! She lifted her glass of wine to her lips and then circled the third finger of her left hand smoothly round the inner rim at the point from which she had sipped. I wanted to keep you all to myself. But then I'm a selfish begger. He's not-? He's no friend of mine. In fact, I don't really know anyone here.

But they're all such bores - did you know that? Lancashire, perhaps? There's, er, there's fresh fruit salad; there's cream gateau; there's some sort of caramel whatnot-' But as he made to rise she laid her hand on the sleeve of his jacket.

I never seem to be able to eat and talk at the same time - like others can. I expect hundreds of fellers have told you the same, haven't they? It's not your fault.

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The Almighty just happened to fashion you wondrously fair - that's all. Why not accept it? It's just the same with me: I happen to be blessed with the most brilliant brain in Oxford. I can't help that either, can I? I thought-' 'When you said you found me attractive, it wasn't just what you said.

It was - it was the way you said it. Sort of - well sort of nice, somehow, and sort of sad at the same time. But I'll shut up if you want me to.

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You see where honesty gets you? I tell you I find you attractive. You know why? Because it does me good to look at you, and to sit next to you like this. And shall I tell you something else? I reckon you're getting more attractive all the time. Must be the wine. Slip in between the sheets. Ta very much!

But there can be more to it all than that, can't there? I'm no expert on that sort of thing. There's, er, there's fresh fruit salad; there's cream gateau; there's some sort of caramel whatnot-' But as he made to rise she laid her hand on the sleeve of his jacket. I never seem to be able to eat and talk at the same time - like others can.

I expect hundreds of fellers have told you the same, haven't they? It's not your fault. The Almighty just happened to fashion you wondrously fair - that's all. Why not accept it? It's just the same with me: I happen to be blessed with the most brilliant brain in Oxford. I can't help that either, can I?

I thought-' 'When you said you found me attractive, it wasn't just what you said. It was - it was the way you said it. Sort of - well sort of nice, somehow, and sort of sad at the same time.

But I'll shut up if you want me to. You see where honesty gets you? I tell you I find you attractive. You know why? Because it does me good to look at you, and to sit next to you like this. And shall I tell you something else? I reckon you're getting more attractive all the time.

Must be the wine. Slip in between the sheets. Ta very much! But there can be more to it all than that, can't there? I'm no expert on that sort of thing. Wish I were! She had slipped her right hand under the table and he felt the long soft fingers slowly curling and entwining themselves with his own. Why the hell shouldn't we sit together all night?

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Just tell me that, my girl! It's what I want. And if it's what you-' 'Which it is - as you know! So why not stop pretending, and go and get me some of that gateau? And here! And she told him.

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She'd been born in Rochdale, had been a hardworking and clever girl at school, and had won a place at Lady Margaret Hall to read modern languages. With a good second-class honours degree behind her, she had left Oxford and worked as the sole foreign sales rep of a smallish publishing company at Croydon, a company started from scratch a few years previously by two bright and reasonably ambitious brothers and dealing with textbooks in English as a foreign language.

Just before she'd joined the company an increasing number of contracts had been coming in from overseas, and the need for some more effective liaison with foreign customers was becoming ever more apparent. Hence the appointment. Pretty good job, and not bad money either - especially for someone without the slightest experience in business matters.

It had involved a good deal of necessary and occasionally unnecessary travel with the elder of the two brothers Charles, the senior partner , and she had stayed in the job for eight years, enjoying it enormously.

Business had boomed, the payroll had increased from ten to over twenty, new premises were built, new machinery downloadd; and during this time, amid rumours of expenses fiddles and tax avoidance, the workforce had witnessed the arrival of the inevitable Rolls Royce, first a black one, then a light blue one; and, for a favoured few, there was a spanking little beauty of a yacht moored somewhere up at Reading.

Her own salary was each year - sometimes twice a year - increased, and when three years ago she had finally left the company she had amassed a nice little nest egg of savings, certainly enough for her to envisage a reasonably affluent independence for several years to come. Why had she left?

Difficult to say, really. Eight years was quite a long time, and even the most enjoyable job becomes a little less challenging, a little more - more familiar was that the word?

It didn't much matter what they grew! It was far simpler than that: So she'd had a change. At Oxford she'd read French and Italian, and through her work with the company she'd become comprehensively fluent in German. So she'd joined the staff of a very large eighteen hundred! The school was far rougher than she could have imagined.

The boys were doubtless good enough at heart, but were blatantly and impertinently obscene, not infrequently she suspected exposing themselves on the back rows of their classes. But it was the girls who had been the real trouble, seeing in their new teacher a rival intruder, likely enough to snatch away the coveted affections of the boys and the male staff alike.

The staff? Oh, some of them had tried things on a bit with her, especially the married ones; but they weren't a bad lot, really. They'd certainly been given a Herculean task in trying to cure, or at least to curb, the pervasive truancy, the mindless vandalism, and the sheer bloody-mindedness of those truculent adolescents to whom all notions of integrity, scholarship, or even the meanest of the middle-class virtues were equally foreign and repugnant. Well, she'd stuck it out for four terms; and looking back she wished she'd stuck it longer.

The boys and girls in her own form had clubbed together generously to download her an utterly hideous set of wine glasses; and those glasses were the most precious present she'd ever had!

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She'd cried when they made the presentation - all of them staying behind after final assembly, with one of the boys making a stupidly incompetent, facetious, wonderful little speech. Most of the girls had cried a bit, too, and even one or two of the inveterate exposers had been reduced to words of awkward farewell that were sad, and mildly grateful, and quite unbearably moving. Oh dear!

Well, she'd tried one or two other things and, finally - two years ago that is - she'd come back to Oxford, advertised for private pupils, got rather more offers than she could cope with, bought a small house - and well, there she was! There she was at the party. She'd missed something out though - the man knew that. He remembered, albeit vaguely, how Mrs Murdoch had introduced her to him; remembered clearly the third finger on her left hand as she'd wiped the inside of her wineglass.

Had she missed out a few other facts as well? But he said nothing. Just sat there, half bemused and more than half besotted. It was just after midnight. The Murdoch boys had gone to bed and several of the guests had already taken their leave. Most of those who remained were drinking their second or third cups of coffee, but no one came up to interrupt the oddly assorted pair who still sat amidst the wreckage of the trifles and the flans.

I'm not! I just want to keep sitting here - next to you, that's all. The phone rang at twenty minutes past one.Then he made his move. Well, she'd stuck it out for four terms; and looking back she wished she'd stuck it longer. In , he started his teaching career in the East Midlands , becoming assistant Classics master at Wyggeston School , Leicester.

William Dexter - [World 02] - Children of the Void v1. All the applicants seemed pretty competent, and most of them sufficiently experienced to take on the work. He smokes - or does he?

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