THE HISTORIC CITIES OF ENGLAND TOUR
27TH OCT-10TH NOV
(Oxford Stage)
Thursday 1st November
4.30 p.m. (approx.) Arr. The Randolph
4.30-5.30 p.m. English teas available
6.45 p.m. Cocktail Reception (St. John's Suite) introduced by Sheila Williams, MA, BLitt (Cantab), with Cedric Downes, MA (Oxon)
8.00 p.m. Dinner (main dining room)
9.30–10.15 p.m. Talk by Dr Theodore Kemp, MA, DPhil (Oxon) on Treasures of the Ashmolean'.
Friday 2nd November
7.30-9.15 a.m. Breakfast (main dining room)
10.30–11.30 a.m. Visit to The Oxford Story, Broad Street (100 yards only from the hotel)
12.45 p.m. Lunch (St. John's Suite) — followed by an informal get-together with our lecturers in the coffee-lounge
3.00 p.m. We divide into groups (details to be announced later)
4.30-5.00 p.m. English tea (Lancaster Room)
6.30 p.m. The Tour Highlight! The presentation, by Mrs. Laura Stratton, of the Wolvercote Tongue (Ashmolean Museum)
8.00 p.m. Dinner (N.B. extra charge) in The Randolph. Otherwise group members are offered a last opportunity to dine out, wine out, and find out — wherever they wish — on our final night in this wonderful University City.
Saturday 3rd November
7.30-8.30 a.m. Breakfast (Please be punctual!)
9.30 a.m. Departure from The Randolph for Broughton Castle (Banbury), and thence to Stratford.
'The only thing that needs much expansion here' (Sheila was talking more confidently now) 'is the three p.m. spot tomorrow afternoon. So let me just fill in a bit there. Dr. Kemp, Keeper of Anglo-Saxon and Mediaeval Antiquities at the Ashmolean — the museum just opposite us here! will be taking his group around there tomorrow — as well as talking to us after dinner tonight, as you can see. Then, Mr. Cedric Downes' (Sheila duly signified that distinguished gentleman) 'will be taking his own group around several colleges — including the most interesting of the dining halls — and addressing himself particularly to' (Sheila looked at her brief notes) ' "Architectural Design and Technique in the Sixteenth and Seventeenth Centuries". That, again, is at three p.m. Well, you've heard almost enough from me now. ' (Janet Roscoe was nodding) '. but I'd just like to mention that there is a third group tomorrow.' ('Hear, hear!' said Phil Aldrich happily.) 'You see, / shall be taking a group of you — perhaps only two or three of you, I don't mind — on an "Alice Tour". As most of you will know, the Reverend Charles Lutwidge Dodgson—"Lewis Carroll" — was in real life a "Student" — I shall explain that tomorrow — at Christ Church in the latter half of the nineteenth century; and we shall be looking at many mementoes of him, in the Deanery Garden, the Cathedral, and the Dining Hall; and also looking at a unique collection of old photographs, drawings and cartoons in the Bodleian Library. Well, that's what's on the menu. I'm sorry we're running just a bit late but. Anyway, it's my great pleasure now to introduce you to Cedric here — Mr. Cedric Downes — who is going to set the scene for his talk tomorrow, in a rather light-hearted way, he tells me, by giving us a few thoughts on modern architecture. Ladies and Gentlemen — Cedric Downes.'
'Thank you, Sheila! I sometimes feel that some of our tourists must think that here in Oxford we're all mediaeval, Early English, Gothic, Tudor, Jacobean, Georgian, and so on. But we do have — though I'm no expert in this field — we do have a few fine examples of contemporary design. I don't want to get too serious about things — not tonight! But take St. Catherine's, for example — the work of that most famous Danish architect, Arne er Johansen—'
'Jacobsen!' (Sotto voce from Kemp.)
'Pardon?'
'You said "Johansen",' murmured Kemp.
'Surely not! I said "Jacobsen", didn't I?'
A chorus of assorted tourists assured Downes that he had most certainly not said 'Jacobsen'; and for a second or two Downes turned upon his fellow lecturer a look of what might have been interpreted as naked detestation, were it not for the slightly weary resignation in his eyes. To his audience he essayed a charming smile, and resumed:
'I'm sorry! It's all these Danes, you know! You never actually meet one called "Hamlet", do you? And talking of Hamlet, I see you'll all be at Stratford-on-Avon—'
'I thought it was Stratford-upon-Avon,' chirruped a shrill, thin voice.
But by now Downes was getting into his stride: 'How good it is for us all in Oxford, Mrs., er—'
'Mrs. Roscoe, sir. Mrs. Janet Roscoe.'
'How good it is for Dr. Kemp and Mrs. Williams and myself to meet a scholar like you, Mrs. Roscoe! I was just going to mention — only in passing, of course — that the Swan Theatre there, in my view. '
But everyone had seen the door open, and now looked with some puzzlement at the newcomer, a man none of them had seen before.
'Mrs. Williams? Is there a Mrs. Williams here?'
The said lady, still standing beside the drinks-table, no more than a couple of yards from the door, raised the index-finger of her non-drinking hand to signify her identity.
'Could I have a quiet word with you, madam?' asked Sergeant Lewis.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Madame, appearing to imbibe gin and It in roughly equal measures, yet manages to exude rather more of the gin than of the 'it'
(Hugh Sykes-Davies, Obiter Dicta)
INSIDE THE MANAGER'S office, situated at the head of the first flight of stairs, Morse found his attention almost immediately drifting towards the large drinks-cabinet which stood to the left of the high-ceilinged suite of rooms wherein Mr. Douglas Gascoigne, a bespectacled, intelligent-looking man in his early forties, sought, and sought successfully, to sustain the high standards of service expected from his multi-starred establishment. Early photographs, cartoons, diplomas, framed letters, and a series of pleasing watercolours, lined the walls of the main office, above the several tables on which VDU screens, print-out machines, telephones, in- and out-trays, fax machines, and file-cases abstracted from surrounding shelves, vied with each other for a few square feet of executively justifiable space. As in the St. John's Suite, the curtains were drawn, this time across the window behind Gascoigne as he sat at his desk, concealing the view of the Ashmolean facade upon which, though from a higher elevation, Mrs. Laura Stratton had gazed so very briefly some three hours earlier.
'It's just' (Gascoigne was talking) 'that we've never had — well, not in my time — anyone actually dying in the hotel.'
'Some thefts, though, I suppose?'
'Yes, a few, Inspector. Cameras left around — that sort of thing. But never anything so valuable. '
'Wonder why she didn't leave it in your safe, sir?'
Gascoigne shook his head: 'We always offer to lock away anything like that but—'
'Insured, was it?'
'Mr. Stratton'—the Manager lowered his voice and gestured to the closed door on his right—'thinks probably yes, but he's still in a bit of a daze, I'm afraid. Dr. Swain gave him some pills and he's still in there with one of his friends, a Mr. Howard Brown.' And indeed Morse thought he could just about hear an occasional murmur of subdued conversation.
Lewis put his head round the door and signified his success in securing the appearance of Mrs. Sheila Williams. Gascoigne got to his feet and prepared to leave the two detectives to it.