Walters looked quizzically at Morse, who sat reading one of the glossy 'porno' magazines he had brought from upstairs.

"You still sex-mad, I see, Morse," said the surgeon.

"I don't seem to be able to shake it off, Max." Morse turned over a page. "And you don't improve much either, do you? You've been examining all our bloody corpses for donkey's years, and you still refuse to tell us when they died.

Author: Colin Dexter