He had knocked diffidently at Morse's North Oxford flat. Few had been invited into those book-lined, Wagner-haunted rooms: and even he - Sergeant Lewis - had never felt himself an over-welcome guest. Even at Christmas time. Not that it sounded much like the season of good-will as Morse waved Lewis inside and concluded his ill-tempered conversation with the bank manager.
- From Morse's Greatest Mystery by Colin Dexter
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