Agatha Raisin May 2026

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

"I'm afraid so," Mrs. Bloxby sighed. "It's poor Mr. Henderson, the retired horologist. He’s slumped over his display of grandfather clocks." 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. "A heart attack, surely

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. "A heart attack