And then they heard the sound of slow footsteps coming along the street and stiffened.
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face away from the street and don"t move/ hissed James.
They froze.
The footsteps came nearer, stopping every once in a while. "Come on, Spot/ said a man"s voice irritably. Someone walking the dog.
Agatha could feel sweat trickling down her face.
And then, to her horror, she heard the light patter of paws behind her and then a dog sniffing at her ankles and the sound of the owner walking up the garden path.
"Come out of there/ cried the owner sharply. Please G.o.d, prayed Agatha, get me out of this one and I"ll never be bad again.
The dog pattered off. "I"m putting you on the leash now/ said the owner"s voice. This was followed by a metallic click and then those footsteps slowly retreated out of the garden and off down the street.
"Whew!" said Agatha. "That was close. We should have pretended to be a courting couple/ she added hopefully. "Then, if he"d seen us, he would have sheered off."
"On the contrary/ said James, "nothing infuriates the suburbanite more than the sight of a couple snogging on someone else"s property." He took out a bunch of thin metal implements.
"Where did you get those?" asked Agatha. "You"re not a retired burglar, are you?"
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"Chap in the regiment. Now, keep quiet while I get to work/ Agatha stood and fidgeted. She hoped the much-advertised deodorant she had put on was working. He tried one implement after the other until there was a soft click.
A moment later, Agatha stood in the hall where she had panicked before Paul Bladen. "Now/ said James in a normal voice, "there"s a good bit of light coming from the street lamps outside and the curtains aren"t closed. So we search around for some sort of study or a desk/ Agatha opened a door in the hall. Til try this side," she said. "You try the other/ She could dimly see that the windows of the room she found herself in looked out over the back garden to a railway track. She moved cautiously around in the darkness, feeling with her fingers for a desk. It seemed to be the sitting-room - sofa, coffee-table, easy chairs. Suddenly, with a roar, a late-night pa.s.senger train heading for Oxford rumbled along the track at the end of the garden and then crawled to a stop. Agatha crouched down on the floor. The lights from the carriages shone straight into the room. There were a few people sitting reading books or just staring out into s.p.a.ce. Then, with a wheeze, the train crawled on, slowly gathered speed, and roared off into the night.
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bling legs to the door, fell over something and crashed down, swearing loudly.
James came in and said impatiently, "Try to keep it quiet, Agatha. I"ve found the study. Follow me. Other side of the hall/ It"s all right. I haven"t hurt myself," said Agatha sarcastically. "I knocked something over/ The torch stabbed down. A canterbury lay on its side, papers and magazines spilled across the floor. "You"d think Rice would have thrown these away," complained James, picking them up and putting them back after he had righted the canterbury. "Hardly add to the value of the house/ They crept across the hall and into the study. James approached a desk by the window and gently slid open the drawers. "Nothing here," he mumbled. "Maybe lower down/ He slid out a bottom drawer and then his searching fingers found something at the back of it. He drew out a file. "Come out to the hall so I can flash the torch on this/ In the hall, the thin beam of light showed bank-books and a deposit book and bank statements tucked into the cardboard file. "May as well get out of here and take this home/ said James.
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Agatha, delighted to be outside again and once more in the fresh air, tripped gaily forward down the garden path and fell headlong over something. There was a curse from Agatha, a yelp of canine pain, and then that dratted voice calling, "Spot!"
The dog pattered off to its master. James helped Agatha to her feet.
"What"s going on there?" came the dog owner"s voice.
They walked to the garden gate. A man stood under the street light, holding a small white dog, his face pinched with suspicion. "Did you kick my dog?" he demanded wrathfully.
"My wife tripped over your dog in the dark/ said James coldly.
"Is that so? And what are you doing in there at this time of night?" asked the dog owner.
T do not see it is any business of yours, but my wife and I were looking at our new home. We have just put in an offer for this house and so I would like to take this opportunity of telling you that you ought to keep that animal of yours on a leash and stop it straying over private property. Come, Agatha/ Agatha, all too conscious of how odd they must look in their black clothes, edged past the dog owner with a weak smile.
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have a look at those bank statements. What a horrible man. What sort of man goes wandering around the streets with his dog at this time of night? Probably a s.e.x maniac/ Agatha giggled. "He"s probably just a respectable suburban insomniac, or his dog"s incontinent and he is now wondering what kind of people decided to view a house in the dead of night/ It"s all your fault/ said James. "You should look where you"re going/ "How was I to know the d.a.m.n dog would be there?" retorted Agatha "I don"t know. You never seem to have anything sensible on your feet, always limping about and falling over things/ "Are we having our first quarrel?" asked Agatha sweetly.
There was a long silence. Then he said, 1 am sorry. I was a bit strung up. Shouldn"t take it out on you. The fact is, I"m not used to burglary/ "You"re forgiven/ "It was not an apology," he said, "simply an explanation/ "Then why did you say you were sorry?"
They bickered the whole way home but neither of them could bring themselves to stalk off to their respective residences until that file was examined.
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chair on one side of the fire and Agatha took the armchair opposite.
"Ah, here"s the deposit book/ he said. "Good heavens!"
"What? What have you found?"
"A cheque from Freda was paid in - twenty thousand pounds/ "Women"s Lib/ chortled Agatha maliciously. "Not often the woman pays the man/ "The others are, let me see: fifteen thousand pounds from Mrs Josephs, nine thousand from Miss Webster, five thousand from Mrs Parr, four more deposits of five thousand, all from Freda, and five hundred from Miss Simms. Oh, and four thousand from Mrs Mason/ "Freda!" Agatha looked triumphant. "Do you realize the payments to Bladen come to forty thousand pounds? Now any woman cheated out of that amount of money would feel like murder."
He looked uncomfortable. "I know Freda pretty well. She seems to be awfully rich . . / "No one"s that rich/ put in Agatha.
He stretched and yawned. "I"m tired. Better leave it for tonight. Should we turn this lot over to the police tomorrow?"
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agents would point out that we never approached them/ "All right/ said James, "we"ll tackle these women tomorrow. You had best leave Freda to me/ Agatha thought furiously about how she might be able to dissuade him from seeing Freda alone, but decided to sleep on it.
But as it turned out, she was the one to tackle Freda after all.
She struggled from a deep sleep the following morning with the sound of her own doorbell ringing in her ears.
She pulled on a dressing-gown and thrust her feet into slippers and went to answer the door. Freda stood there, her noisy dog cradled in her arm. "James here?" she asked brightly. "I can"t get any reply at his house/ "No/ said Agatha, "but come in and keep that dog of yours away from my cats/ "Yes, I think I want a word with you/ Freda followed Agatha through to the kitchen. Agatha caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror: tousled hair, unmade-up face. Freda was as cool and fragile as a figure in a Fragonard painting. She sat down at the kitchen table, put her dog on the floor, and crossed her long legs. Agatha opened the back door and let her cats out into the garden.
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"You"ve been running all over the place with James/ said Freda. "He"s a bit of a softy. You shouldn"t take advantage of his good nature/ "And just what"s that supposed to mean?"
"He has been plagued by every old bat in the village, has he not? I warned him that these frightening menopausal women often get the wrong idea. Give him a break."
"Listen, you murderess/ hissed Agatha, "just because you let Paul Bladen screw you on the surgery table doesn"t make you Cleopatra. Besides, you had to pay for that, did you not? Forty thousand pounds, to be exact."
The doorbell rang and Freda was up like a shot and running to answer it, her dog yapping at her heels. Agatha followed in time to see Freda throw herself weeping into James"s arms, sobbing, "This dreadful woman. She"s accusing me of murder."
"Now, then/ he said, "no one"s accusing you of anything/ He detached himself from her grasp. He looked at Agatha. "Did you ask her about the money?"
Freda let out a gasp. "You have no right to poke about my private affairs. I shall tell the police/ She ran out of the door and down the lane, with her dog scurrying at her heels.
"What did you say, Agatha?" demanded James.
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idea into James"s head that she was one of those menopausal women with fantasies. "Anyway, she was vile. So I taxed her about the money. Then you rang the bell and she went to answer it"
"d.a.m.n. You"d better get dressed, Agatha, and we"d best go and look at that house of Bladen"s officially and then take the file along to Bill Wong, as if we"ve just found it."
As they drove to Mircester, Agatha said suddenly, "Was Bladen blackmailing them? I mean, all payments are relative. Five hundred pounds from Miss Simms, well, that"s a fortune for her."
"Yes, but she"s single and so is Miss Webster, and Freda is a widow. Freda seemed quite unfazed by the fact we found out she had been having an affair with Bladen, so how could he blackmail her?"
At the estate agent"s, instead of giving them the keys, a young girl called Wendy said she would accompany them. She was a cheerful Sloane Ranger type and talked non-stop to Agatha and James as they walked around the rooms of the house wondering how to get rid of her so that they could pretend to find the file. At last James said, "We would like to be alone to have a private discussion/ and to Agatha"s relief, Wendy said, "Right ho, drop the keys back at the office when you"re finished," and shot off.
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house in the hope of finding letters or doc.u.ments, but there was nothing. Out in the back garden there was an old oil drum with holes banged in its sides which had obviously been used for burning garden rubbish. James poked moodily at the contents with a stick. "This is where Rice burnt the papers/ he said, "but we"re out of luck. He did a thorough job. Not even an edge of paper left uncharred and legible. Oh, well, let"s go and see Bill Wong."
At police headquarters, Bill Wong studied the bank papers and deposit book and then looked up at them, his eyes shrewd. "A man phoned in a report in the middle of the night that two people dressed in black were in Paul Bladen"s house and told him they had bought it. That wouldn"t have been you pair, now would it?"
"Us?" exclaimed James. "Had it been us and had we found this file, then we would have brought it straight along."
"I wonder. You must stop interfering. Yes, I know. I"m grateful for this and these women will all be interviewed - by the police. If I find you have been continuing with your amateur investigations, then I will really have to inquire more closely into the ident.i.ties of that couple who were seen at Bladen"s last night. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, very/ said Agatha huffily.
"So that"s all the thanks we get/ she complained as James drove them back to Ca.r.s.ely.
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Tm relieved in a way/ said James. "Oh, well, back to that writing/ There was a long silence. Then Agatha said, T have to pay my subscription to the Ca.r.s.ely Ladies" Society and that means calling on Miss Simms. Like to come along? I mean, Bill can"t stop us asking a few questions in a neighbourly way. Dammit, he can"t stop us talking to the villagers at all!"
"And how"s he to know?" said James. "I mean, everyone calls on everyone else in Ca.r.s.ely."
"Miss Simms will be at work until this evening/ said Agatha. "Let"s try Mrs Mason first."
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Chapter Eight.
It was one of those typically English days. Steady rain drummed down and fallen cherry blossom bobbed along in the rivulets running between the old cobbles in Lilac Lane. They had fortified themselves with coffee and sandwiches, and with a lack of enthusiasm that the one would not admit to the other, Agatha and James set out to speak to Mrs Mason again.
Mrs Mason was so welcoming, so obviously thought they had come on a social call, that it was hard to get down to bra.s.s tacks. "And you must have some more of my famous scones, Mr Lacey/ said Mrs Mason. "And that"s real strawberry jam, not shop-bought. Soon be strawberry season again. I do hope this nasty weather clears up, don"t you?" She looked at James archly. "You and Mrs Raisin are quite the talk of the village. I was saying to the vicar the other day that we would soon be hearing the banns read."
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Agatha, "we really don"t want to distress you further, but we would like to know why you gave Mr Bladen such a large sum of money/ Mrs Mason blinked rapidly. "That is really none of your business/ Agatha glanced around the living-room. Four thousand pounds was an awful lot of money for such as Mrs Mason to part with.
"We came to warn you that the police are about to make it their business/ said James.
"Then I shall speak to the police when they arrive. But how did you find out?"
"Agatha and I were looking around Paul Bladen"s house, which is up for sale, and we happened to come across his old bank statements and deposit book. We did give them to the police/ Mrs Mason studied James, her eyes suddenly sharp. "So you and Mrs Raisin were looking at a house together. Well, well, romance does seem to be in the air. Quite cheering, really. It shows one is never too old/ And that, as she had planned, had the desired effect of driving James to his feet and towards the door.
Agatha gloomily followed him out. James climbed into the car without holding the door open for her and stared moodily at the rain trickling down the windscreen. Agatha got into the pa.s.senger seat.
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ing the steering wheel. "You, me, it"s b.l.o.o.d.y ridiculous/ "Yes, a laugh a minute/ said Agatha drily, although her heart was sore. "She only said that to get rid of you, and get rid of you it did/ His face lightened. "Oh, that was the reason. How naive of me/ "You are really over-sensitive on the subject/ said Agatha. "It"s my belief that you think every woman you come across is pursuing you/ He gave an awkward laugh. "Let"s try the Webster female/ Josephine Webster was arguing with a couple of rainwashed American tourists who were trying to haggle over the price of a dried-flower arrangement. "The price is marked on it/ said Miss Webster, exasperated. "This is not a bazaar/ "You can haggle over the price of things in antique shops/ said James to the Americans in a kindly voice, l>ut most other places you"re expected to pay the price marked/ "Is that a fact?"
The American man and woman fell into amiable conversation with James about their visit, Miss Webster returned to her desk, and Agatha stared out of the window at the main street. She had no desire to tackle Miss Webster while these tourists were in the shop.
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waspishly when the couple had left. "Always complaining/ "It"s not their fault/ said James. "They feel they have to protect themselves. A lot of people think American tourists are made of money. Now that couple saved all their lives for this one trip. They have to budget very carefully, and they"ve probably been told back home that all foreigners are out to cheat them/ "But we"re not foreigners/ said Miss Webster. "We"re British/ James smiled. "Talking about money, we wondered why you had paid such a large sum of money to Paul Bladen/ Miss Webster"s face went white and then red. "Get out of here," she called shrilly. "Get out!" She picked up a bunch of a.s.sorted dried flowers and waved it at them like a housewife shooing cats out with her broom.
"We"re not getting anywhere/ said James gloomily after he and Agatha had retreated out of the shop. "Do you want to see Mrs Parr again?"
"So long as that husband of hers is not around/ said Agatha.
But Mrs Parr did not open the door to them. The curtain twitched and they saw the quick blur of a face behind the gla.s.s, but the front door stayed resolutely shut.
"We"re running out of people/ said James.
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Terhaps I should try Freda. If I went on my own -"
"No/ said Agatha quickly. "Why don"t we try Miss Mabbs again? Say we know these women were paying him. Ask her some more questions/ "Oh, all right. But I don"t want to have to wait until that disco opens up/ "We can find her where she works. She said it was a kennels "out Warwick way". I"ll look up the Yellow Pages before we go/ At last, armed with the name of a kennels situated between Leamington Spa and Warwick, they set off.
The rain was slowly easing off, to be replaced with pale-yellow sunlight.
They found the kennels easily enough. Dogs were barking, dogs were howling piteously, and the wet air smelled of damp dog.
They went into the office, which was housed in a timber hut, and asked for Cheryl Mabbs.
The man behind the desk looked up sharply. "Friends of hers?"
"Yes/ said James.