Agatha perked up instantly. "A body?" she asked, already reaching for her handbag and checking her makeup in the hall mirror.
"Going somewhere, Mr. Vane?" Agatha barked, blocking his path. "Just... securing my own exhibits," he stammered. Agatha Raisin
"A heart attack, surely?" Agatha suggested, peering over Bill’s shoulder. Agatha perked up instantly
"Oh, Agatha," she gasped. "It’s the village 'Antique and Curio' exhibition at the church hall. Sir Charles Fraith found... well, he found more than just a Victorian teapot". "A heart attack, surely
She spent the next hour doing what she did best: poking her nose where it wasn't wanted. She discovered that Mr. Henderson had recently come into possession of a rare, diamond-encrusted pocket watch—one that was now conspicuously missing from his velvet display case.
"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".
"With a diamond-encrusted watch in your pocket?" Agatha guessed, a wild shot that hit the mark. Vane turned pale.