The silent world of Nicholas Quinn by Colin Dexter

Author:Colin Dexter [colin dexter]
Language: ita
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The man pointed vaguely. 'Not much good now, though. Lunchtime, isn't it?'

Clearly i1t wasn't Roope's day, and Morse put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder,

and turned to the ticket collector. 'Give us two of your platform tickets.'

Half an hour later, after Roope had left him, Morse sat deep in thought and, to the

teenaged couple who came to sit opposite him at the narrow buffet table, his face

seemed quite impassive. Yet had they looked more carefully at him, and rather less

eagerly towards each other, they might just have spotted the mildest hint of a satisfied

smile trying to hide itself around the corners of his mouth. He sat quite still, his grey eyes staring unblinkingly into some great blue beyond, as the unresting birds of

thought winged round and round his brain . . . until the London train came lumbering

massively alongside the platform and finally broke the spell.

The young couple got up, kissed briefly but passionately, and said their fond farewells.

'I won't come on the platform,' he said. 'Always makes me miserable.'

'Yeah. You ge' off now. See you Sat'day.'

'You bet!'

The girl walked off in her high-heeled boots towards the door leading to Platform 1,

and the boy watched her as she went, and fished for his platform ticket.

'Don't forge'. I'll bring the drinks this time.' She almost mouthed the words, but the boy understood and nodded. Then she was gone; and Morse felt the icy fingers running

down from the top of his spine. That was the memory that had been eluding him. Yes!

It all came back in a rushing stream of recollection. He'd been an undergraduate then

and he'd invited the flighty little nurse back to his digs in Iffley Road and she'd insisted on bringing a bottle because her father kept a pub and she'd asked him what his

favourite drink was and he'd said Scotch and she'd said it was hers too not so much

because she enjoyed the taste but because it made her feel all sexy and . . . Christ,

yes!

Morse shut off the distant, magic memories. The main silhouette was growing blurred

again; but others now appeared upon the wall of the darkened cave, and together they

fell into a more logical grouping. Much more logical. And as Morse handed in his

platform ticket and walked out into the bright afternoon, he was more firmly convinced

than ever that someone else had been in Studio 2 that Friday afternoon. He looked at his watch: 145 pm. Tempting. By Jove, yes! The cinema was only three or four

minutes' walk away, and Inga would be showing 'em all a few tricks. Ah well.

He signalled for a taxi: 'Foreign Examinations Syndicate, please.'

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