Morse had never ceased to wonder why, with the staggering advances
in medical science, all pronouncements concerning times of death
seemed so disconcertingly vague. The newly appointed member of the
Oxford Examinations Syndicate was deaf, provincial and gifted. Now
he is dead . . . And his murder, in his north Oxford home, proves
to be the start of a formidably labyrinthine case for Chief
Inspector Morse, as he tries to track down the killer through the
insular and bitchy world of the Oxford Colleges . . .