Agatha Raisin Direct

"A heart attack, surely?" Agatha suggested, peering over Bill’s shoulder.

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. Agatha Raisin

"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". "A heart attack, surely

"With a diamond-encrusted watch in your pocket?" Agatha guessed, a wild shot that hit the mark. Vane turned pale. 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.

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.

"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".