Agatha Raisin sat in her favorite armchair, nursing a large gin and tonic and glaring at her two cats, Hodge and Boswell. Retirement in the Cotswold village of Carsely was supposed to be a dream of rolling hills and tea parties, but at the moment, it felt more like a prison sentence of boredom.
Vane was led away, and the village returned to its usual state of simmering resentment and polite tea-drinking. Agatha Raisin
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." Agatha Raisin sat in her favorite armchair, nursing
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"With a diamond-encrusted watch in your pocket?" Agatha guessed, a wild shot that hit the mark. Vane turned pale.
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.