Morse switched on the gramophone to play, and sought to switch his mind away from all the terrestrial troubles. Sometimes, this way, he almost managed to forget. But not tonight . . . Anne Scotts address was scribbled on a crumpled note in the pocket of Morses smartest suit. He turned the corner of Canal Street, Jericho, on the afternoon of Wednesday, 3rd October. He hadnt planned a second visit. But he was back later the same day as the officer in charge of a suicide investigation . . .