Quietly, rather movingly, Strange was making his plea: Christ knows why, Lewis, but Morse will always put himself out for you. As he put the phone down, Lewis knew that Strange had been right . . . in the case of the Swedish Maiden, the pair of them were in business again . . . They called her the Swedish Maiden the beautiful young tourist who disappeared on a hot summers day somewhere in North Oxford. Twelve months later the case remained unsolved pending further developments. On holiday in Lyme Regis, Chief Inspector Morse is startled to read a tantalizing article in The Times about the missing woman. An article which lures him back to Wytham Woods near Oxford . . . and straight into the most extraordinary murder investigation of his career.