When Inspector Morse investigates the murder of a guest at a New Year's Eve costume party, he finds that all of the suspects seem to have vanished.
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Morse sought to hide his disappointment. So many people in the Haworth Hotel that fateful evening had been wearing some sort of disguise - a change of dress, a change of make-up, a change of partner, a change of attitude, a change of life almost; and the man who had died had been the most consummate artist of them all . . .
Chief Inspector Morse seldom allowed himself to be caught up in New Year celebrations. So the murder inquiry in the festive hotel had a certain appeal.
It was a crime worthy of the season.
The corpse was still in fancy dress. And hardly a single guest at the Haworth had registered under a genuine name . . .
'A plot of classical cunning and intricacy' Times Literary Supplement
'No one constructs a whodunit with more fiendish skill than Colin Dexter' Guardian
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