Agatha Raisin May 2026

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

Agatha perked up instantly. "A body?" she asked, already reaching for her handbag and checking her makeup in the hall mirror. Agatha Raisin

As Bill Wong stepped in to investigate the briefcase, Agatha turned to Sir Charles. "He didn't just steal it, Charles. He used one of Henderson's own clock-tuning tools to deliver a sharp blow to the neck. Very precise. Very horological." "A heart attack, surely

Vane was led away, and the village returned to its usual state of simmering resentment and polite tea-drinking. As Bill Wong stepped in to investigate the

"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."

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.