Agatha Raisin and The Murderous Marriage

to Carsely, they went straight to Moreton-in-Marsh and stopped outside a travel agent's. Again Roy waited until they emerged. Then he breezed into the travel agent's and said blithely, 'I just saw my friend Mrs. Raisin. Off to foreign parts.'

'Yes,' said the travel agent brightly. 'Off to northern Cyprus.'

'When?'

'Tomorrow. Now how can I help you, sir?'

'The old, sly, double-dealing bitch,' screamed Roy, thinking of his lost bonus and lost triumph.

'I beg your pardon, sir?' The travel agent, a smart brunette, looked at him, appalled.

'And stuff you too,' yelled Roy. 'God, I hate women!'