"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. Agatha Raisin
The boredom was broken by a frantic knock at her door. It was Mrs. Bloxby, the vicar's wife and Agatha’s only true friend, looking uncharacteristically flustered. Vane turned pale
"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." Bloxby, the vicar's wife and Agatha’s only true
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.
"Going somewhere, Mr. Vane?" Agatha barked, blocking his path. "Just... securing my own exhibits," he stammered.