Agatha Raisin May 2026

"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".

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. Agatha Raisin

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

"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". Vane turned pale

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

"Going somewhere, Mr. Vane?" Agatha barked, blocking his path. "Just... securing my own exhibits," he stammered.