Agatha Raisin and the Fairies of Fryham by MC Beaton

admired him in a way. It was no wonder he was a successful businessman, the way he stuck to hunting and kept turning up for the meets although he must have been black and blue. Wife’s pretty, but a bit sulky. She turned up at various hunt dinners and glared around, smoked and drank too much. Made no effort to fit in.’
    ‘Why should she?’ asked Agatha crossly. ‘It was Tolly who wanted to belong.’
    ‘It’s a wife’s job to support her husband,’ said the captain sharply. ‘I remember when Lizzie told me she’d got a job as a secretary in Norwich. I soon put a stop to that.’
    Agatha sighed and relapsed into silence, wondering if there might not be another murder soon.
    ‘Mark my words,’ the captain went on. ‘The wife did it.’
    ‘But she was in London,’ said Charles gently.
    ‘Probably got friends to lie for her. Who else would want to kill Tolly?’ His eyes sharpened. ‘I really don’t see what all this has to do with you.’
    Charles flashed a look at Agatha to warn her not to launch into a description of their detecting abilities, but Agatha appeared sunk in gloom. ‘We just wanted to do what we could to help Lucy,’ said Charles.
    A slight frost entered the captain’s fine eyes. ‘I can’t help any further. Do you hunt?’
    ‘No,’ said Charles.
    The frost was now pure ice. ‘Thought not, even though you used it as an excuse to lie your way in here.’ He got to his feet. ‘I’ll see you out.’
    They nearly collided in the doorway with Mrs Findlay, who was staggering under the weight of a laden tea-tray.
    ‘What are you bringing tea for, you silly woman?’ barked the captain.
    ‘You asked for tea, dear.’
    ‘They haven’t got time. They’re just going.’
    ‘If I were married to someone like that, I’d shoot myself,’ said Agatha when they were in the car.
    ‘You nearly were.’
    ‘What are you talking about?’
    ‘James Lacey.’
    ‘What! James would never behave like that.’
    ‘Suit yourself. I think he would, given time and ageing.’
    ‘Let’s talk about this case,’ said Agatha testily. ‘I don’t think we really got anything there we didn’t know.’
    ‘Hunts are expensive and Tolly was anxious to ingratiate himself. It still points to Lucy. What if she saw all the money leaching away and knew she wasn’t going to end up with much even if she found grounds to divorce him. Maybe she thieved the Stubbs first. Maybe she resented the money he paid for it and did it for revenge and then killed him in a rage.’
    ‘She’s got that alibi, and besides, cutting a man’s throat isn’t a female crime.’
    ‘How could anyone creep up behind a man on a landing and slit his throat?’
    ‘We don’t know the details,’ said Agatha. ‘He might have been in bed, asleep, when his throat was slit, and then staggered out to the landing.’
    ‘But wouldn’t Mrs Jackson be talking about there being blood everywhere?’
    ‘Huh! Hardly one of the world’s talkers is our Mrs Jackson.’
    ‘We’ve got visitors,’ said Charles as they drove up to Lavender Cottage.
    ‘Les girls.’ Agatha saw Polly, Carrie and Harriet turning round at the sound of the car.
    ‘Let’s see if there’s any more gossip,’ said Charles.
    The three greeted them with cries of ‘Isn’t it awful? Have the police been to see you again? Lucy’s back from London but she’s with the police.’
    Agatha unlocked the door and shepherded them all through to the kitchen. ‘I think we could all do with a drink,’ she said. ‘Charles, could you attend to them?’
    Charles took their orders and vanished towards the sitting-room to collect the drinks. Three curious pairs of eyes followed his well-tailored back. ‘So nice to have a man friend around at a time like this,’ said Carrie. ‘Are you engaged?’
    Before Agatha could reply, Polly said, ‘Of course they’re not.’
    ‘Why do you say that?’ demanded Agatha.
    ‘Age difference,’ remarked Polly bluntly.
    ‘Never mind my private