She also noted the suspicious behavior of the village's newest resident, a slick Londoner named Julian Vane, who claimed to be an "art consultant." He was currently trying to sneak out the back door with a heavy-looking briefcase.
"He was eighty-two, Agatha," Bill said patiently. "But the clocks... they've all been stopped at exactly 10:15. Including the ones he didn't have batteries for."
"Going somewhere, Mr. Vane?" Agatha barked, blocking his path. "Just... securing my own exhibits," he stammered.
"I'm afraid so," Mrs. Bloxby sighed. "It's poor Mr. Henderson, the retired horologist. He’s slumped over his display of grandfather clocks."
Agatha perked up instantly. "A body?" she asked, already reaching for her handbag and checking her makeup in the hall mirror.
Agatha’s PR-trained brain started whirring. "And 10:15 was when the exhibition opened. He was fine at 10:10 when Mrs. Boggle saw him."
"Another success for Raisin Investigations," Agatha declared, finishing her gin later that evening. "Though I still think I should have won that quiche competition last year".
Vane was led away, and the village returned to its usual state of simmering resentment and polite tea-drinking.
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She also noted the suspicious behavior of the village's newest resident, a slick Londoner named Julian Vane, who claimed to be an "art consultant." He was currently trying to sneak out the back door with a heavy-looking briefcase.
"He was eighty-two, Agatha," Bill said patiently. "But the clocks... they've all been stopped at exactly 10:15. Including the ones he didn't have batteries for."
"Going somewhere, Mr. Vane?" Agatha barked, blocking his path. "Just... securing my own exhibits," he stammered. Agatha Raisin
"I'm afraid so," Mrs. Bloxby sighed. "It's poor Mr. Henderson, the retired horologist. He’s slumped over his display of grandfather clocks."
Agatha perked up instantly. "A body?" she asked, already reaching for her handbag and checking her makeup in the hall mirror. She also noted the suspicious behavior of the
Agatha’s PR-trained brain started whirring. "And 10:15 was when the exhibition opened. He was fine at 10:10 when Mrs. Boggle saw him."
"Another success for Raisin Investigations," Agatha declared, finishing her gin later that evening. "Though I still think I should have won that quiche competition last year". they've all been stopped at exactly 10:15
Vane was led away, and the village returned to its usual state of simmering resentment and polite tea-drinking.