lordship says for to call the police'
'And it was in here?' asked Agatha, approaching the right wing of the stable block.
Both men followed her in. There was nothing to be seen. The row of loose boxes stretched off into the gloom, the horses' heads poking out. 'Oldest bit of the stables' said Sam. 'In the rest of it, the loose boxes open right out on to the courtyard, not inside like here.'
Agatha stared at the floor, but there was nothing to be seen, not even a sliver of glass.
'Why did Mr Arthur say that it looked like someone had done for him?' she asked.
'Reckon he waren't none too popular, like. Wizard with horses, mind. Lord Pendlebury thought him a cheeky sort and wanted Mr Rice, Bladen's partner from Mircester, but Mr Rice don't like Lord Pendlebury and that's a fact, and so he do make excuses not to come.'
'I don't suppose anyone likes Lord Pendlebury, horrible old man that he is,' said Agatha.
'You're entitled to your opinion, I'm sure' said Sam, 'but don't expect none of us here to say a word against the old man. Course you haven't been as long in these parts as Mr Lacey here, or you'd know that criticism of his lordship is not welcome; no, that it's not'
I've been here a considerable time longer than Mr Lacey' said Agatha huffily.
'Well, there's folks that fit in and folks that don't,' said Sam. 'Afternoon.' He touched his cap and strolled off.
'What a feudal peasant,' said Agatha.
'Sam's a good man, and we're the peasants in this case.'
'What?'
'Vulgarly poking our noses in where they don't belong. What on earth are we doing here, Mrs Raisin?'
'Agatha'
'Agatha. The man died because of an unfortunate accident'
'I'm not so sure' said Agatha, more out of a desire to be contrary than because she believed it.
They strolled round to the front of the house where Agatha's car was parked. It looked new and shiny after all the expensive repairs. Lord Pendlebury came towards them.
His tall, thin, heron-like figure loped up to them. 'What do you think you're doing?' he said angrily. 'There's an open day once a year, on June the first; otherwise keep off private property'
'It's us,' said James Lacey patiently. 'You gave us permission to go and look at your stables'
His pale watery eyes blinked at them and then focused on Agatha. 'Oh, the hunt saboteur' he said. 'The people one has to put up with these days'
He headed off towards the stables, leaving James amused and Agatha fuming.
'You're hardly the flavour of the month' said James.
'The man's senile' snapped Agatha. She had often lingered longingly while on the tour of some stately home outside the roped-off private part hoping a member of the family would recognize her as one of their own kind and ask her to tea. That fantasy seemed totally ridiculous now.
She drove James back to the village, feeling hurt and gauche and inadequate. He glanced at her sideways and something prompted him to say, 'I haven't been to the Red Lion for ages. Fancy a drink there this evening?'
Agatha's spirits rocketed like the pheasant which rose up before the wheels of her car and over the hedge beside the road. But she kept her voice light and casual. 'That would be nice. What time?'
'Oh, about eight. I have to go to Moreton for something, so I'll see you there'
He was already regretting his invitation, and yet there was no sign of any return of that predatory look he had noticed before in Agatha's eyes.
Agatha, guessing that he would not bother to change, restrained herself from changing her own clothes. She fed the cats and played with them and tried not to watch the clock. Excitement built up in her as eight o'clock approached. Although she had, with the help of Mrs Bloxby, been training herself to cook, she put a frozen lasagne in the microwave for her dinner so as not to waste more time on elaborate preparations. It tasted foul. How could she ever have eaten such stuff?
As she walked to the Red Lion, a full moon was shining down, washing everything with silver, outlining the skeletal arms of trees against the starry sky. White and pink verbena flowers scented the air, reminding Agatha unromantic-ally of expensive bath soap. At exactly three minutes past eight, she pushed open the door of the Red Lion.
James Lacey was there in the low-raftered pub, standing at the bar, talking to the landlord. 'What'll you have?' he asked by way of greeting.
'Gin and tonic,' said Agatha, settling herself happily on a bar stool.
'I was wondering,' he began as he paid for her drink. But Agatha was never to know what he was wondering, for the pub door opened and the yapping of a Jack Russell and the heavy smell of French perfume heralded the arrival of Mrs Huntingdon, Carsely's newest incomer.
To Agatha's dismay, James said, 'Evening, Freda. What'll you have? Do you know Agatha Raisin? Agatha, this is Freda Huntingdon'
So it was Freda, was it? thought Agatha gloomily. The widow was wearing a cherry-red sleeveless jacket over a black cashmere sweater and short black wool skirt. Her legs in fine black stockings were very good.
'Let's sit at that table over there' said James after he had bought Freda a whisky and water.
'Perhaps Freda is meeting someone' suggested Agatha hopefully.
'No' she said in a husky voice, 'all on my lonesome. Thought I might find you here, James. How's the writing going?7
James! Freda! Rats! Agatha plumped herself down at the table by the log fire and tried not to let her bitter disappointment show on her face.
'The writing's not going at all well' said James. 'I look for every excuse not to get started. This morning I defrosted the fridge, and this afternoon Mrs Raisin -'
'Agatha, please'
'Sorry, Agatha and I went to see Lord Pendlebury'
'Isn't he an old duck?' murmured Freda. 'Quite one of the old school'
'How do you know him?' asked Agatha.
1 talked to him outside the church last Sunday' said Freda. 'I found him quite charming'
'I don't think Agatha found him at all charming' said James. 'He mistook her for a hunt saboteur'
Freda Huntingdon laughed merrily. Her dog peed against the leg of the table and she said 'Tut-tut' and picked up the revolting yapping creature and cuddled it on her lap.
'Have you seen the latest Russell Crowe movie, James?' asked Freda. She lit a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke in Agatha's direction.
'I haven't seen any Russell Crowe movie, let alone the latest' replied James.
'But you should! They're tremendous fun. The new one's on at Mircester. Tell you what, come with me tomorrow'
At that moment, Agatha saw Jack Page, the farmer, come in. She felt she could not bear any more of Freda and James. She rose and picked up her unfinished drink.
'Just going to have a drink with Jack.'
Jack Page hailed her. 'Nights are drawing out, Agatha' he said. 'Be spring before you know it. Sorry to hear about that crash you had'
He was a cheerful man with an easy manner. Agatha told him at length about her crash. He bought her another drink. Agatha sat down on a bar stool next to him and tried to forget about the pair in the corner.
'Bad thing about that vet' said Jack.
'You went to him, didn't you?' said Agatha. 'I saw you there the first time I took my cat along. What did you make of him?'
'The surgery was handy to nip down to and get antibiotics and things' said Jack. 'Never thought about him much one way or t'other. Then I heard what he done to poor Mrs Josephs's cat, so I stopped going. That was right cruel'
'You don't think someone bumped him off, do you?'
'Ah, you're looking for another murder to solve' he teased. 'Sad accident, it were. Funeral's next Monday in Mircester, at St Peter's'
