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[email protected] erhaps (I hope) the most sensible way for me to write about Chief Inspector Morse is to try to answer some of the many questions which have been put to me most fre- quently by audiences and correspondents. Then, at least, I can believe that my answers will be focused upon things in which people seem genuinely interested. But first, a few brief words about myself. The whole of my working life was spent in education: first, as a teacher of Latin and Greek in English grammar schools; second, with increasing deafness blighting my life, as a 1 senior administrative officer with the Oxford Delegacy of Local Examinations, in charge of Latin, Greek, Ancient History, and English. Well, here goes! What emboldened you to enlist in the rather crowded ranks of the crime-writing fraternibl It is not unknown, even in mid-summer, for the heavens to open in North Wales; and there are few things more dispiriting than to sit in a guest-house with the rain streaming in rivulets down the windows, and with offspring affirming that every other father somehow manages to locate a splendid resort, with blue skies and warm seas, for the annual family hol- iday. That was my situation one Saturday afternoon in August 1973.