The thought suddenly occurred to Morse that this would be a
marvellous time to murder a few of the doddery old bachelor dons.
No wives to worry about their whereabouts; no landladies to whine
about the unpaid rents. In fact nobody would miss most of them at
all . . . By the 16th of July the Master of Lonsdale was concerned,
but not yet worried. Dr Browne-Smith had passed through the
porter’s lodge at approximately 8.15 a.m. on the morning of Friday,
11th July. And nobody had heard from him since. Plenty of time to
disappear, thought Morse. And plenty of time, too, for someone to
commit murder . . .