Agatha Raisin and the Quiche of Death Page #4

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That looks lovely!

That looks really nice.

Shouldn't you be

in the village hall,

instead of lurking around here?

Don't you ever give up?

Nothing puts me off.

I like lurking. Especially here.

That little kiss

we had last Christmas... Don't!

Can you still taste it?

I can still taste the mulled wine,

which I had too much of.

Because if we don't have

another soon,

your husband -

your sainted husband -

might get to hear about it.

Andy!

Hi. Sarah was just telling me

you might need a hand.

I'm nearly done, actually.

Who's getting crucified? I am.

Bugger off!

Chill out!

Excuse me!

Come on, quickly!

Police business!

Have they taken everything?

Everything.

Apart from your Germaine Greer

poster. And your awards.

Is there somebody else

there with you? The police!

And how does this make you feel?

Lonely? Anxious? Of course it does!

What do you think it says about you

that people think

they can burgle YOU? Be quiet.

Well, this is most unusual.

We haven't had a home burglary

in Carsely for...

Since before I was born, sir.

Moreton-in-Marsh is a different

story. It's a hotbed of criminality.

Mostly burglaries, never murder.

Which is a shame.

Because that's why you join

the police force, isn't it?

But I've never had one.

And I think I'd cope with it

quite well. Do you mind if I...?

Was anything of value been taken?

Yes!

I paid a design team a fortune

to make this place feel like home.

Or a show home.

Maybe now you can use

the insurance money

to put what you like in the house.

Because it wasn't very homely,

Agatha.

Are you trying to look

for a silver lining?

It's just things. You're all right,

which is the main thing.

This is my home, Bill!

We'll need you to itemise exactly

what's been taken, Mrs. Raisin.

We have to say that,

but we never find anything.

You told me if I did what people did,

I'd fit in here.

That I would be happy.

You will. You've got the village

fete to look forward to tomorrow.

Oh, God!

Get your raffle tickets here!

There you go.

Mmm!

Mmm!

Are you Agatha? I am. Sarah Bloxby.

I'm sorry to hear about your trouble

last night, but I must admit

I have never seen a quiche

with such a delicate crust.

Thank you. Can you tell me

which one is Ella Cartwright?

She's over there in the blue.

That's a woman?

Not him, her. She's won it

for the last six years.

I heard that.

I mean, who does she have to

sleep with round here

to get a run of success like that -

the vicar?

Well, I hope not - he's my husband.

Oh.

She hadn't been here a day before

she swiped the Simpson girl off me!

Paying her a fortune!

She's just a blow-in from London.

She'll be running back

within a fortnight.

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