Agatha Raisin and the Busy Body

'Come on, Aggie. Take the bloody thing.'

Agatha suddenly smiled. 'On one condition.'

'What's that?'

'You get down on your knees and swear undying love.'

Charles laughed. 'Anything you say.'

James Lacey drove down into Carsely. He saw the lights on in Agatha's cottage. In an odd kind of way it had been exciting working with her again. He would just pop in to say good night and ask her out for dinner for the following evening.

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The doorbell rang. 'I'll get it,' said Toni.

'It's probably Mrs. Bloxby,' said Agatha. 'Now, Charles, down on your knees.'

James Lacey stood at the kitchen door. Charles was on his knees in front of Agatha. He took out a box, opened it up and held up a glittering ring. 'Be mine, my beloved. I swear undying love.'

'Oh, Charles. This is so sudden,' said Agatha.

They both heard the front door slam so loudly it seemed as if the whole cottage shook.

'Who on earth was that?' asked Charles, getting to his feet.

'James Lacey,' said Toni.

'I'll nip next door and explain things to him,' said Charles.

Agatha thought of James nearly marrying that stupid girl and all because she was beautiful. She remembered the pain and distress.

She caught Charles by the sleeve. 'Don't go. Don't tell him anything.'

'Like that, is it?' asked Charles.

'Yes, indeed. Very like that.'

Epilogue

Simon was being kept very busy by Agatha. Sometimes he felt she was keeping him too busy. Twice when he had bought tickets for himself and Toni to go to the theatre, Agatha had sent him out on divorce cases where he had to trail suspected adulterers for a good part of each evening.

One week, when Toni had taken a short holiday to visit her mother in Southampton, Simon found that his workload had suddenly lightened considerably, for up until that point, Agatha had found work for him on the weekends as well.

He decided to visit May Dinwoody. He liked her and knew she found it hard to make ends meet.

She actually welcomed him, particularly as he had brought her a present of a large carton of groceries and two bottles of wine.

'So generous and thank you,' said May.

'Have you forgiven me for being a snoop?' asked Simon.

'Oh, yes. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Raisin's detective agency, we really would have begun to suspect each other.'

'Are you sure nobody in the village suspected them?'

'Well, of course, people do say that they knew.'

'So why didn't they go to the police?'

'I think they're being wise after the event. Who in this nice village would protect murderers?'

The lot of them, possibly, thought Simon. Instead he asked, 'How are you getting on?'

Her eyes filled with tears. 'I'm going to have to sell my nice flat. I make so little from selling my toys and I can no longer make ends meet.'

'I never really looked at your toys properly,' said Simon. 'May I have a look at them?'

'If you like. Come through to my studio.'

Simon followed her and began to turn the toys over in his long fingers. They were beautifully made.

'The dolls are all made from natural stuff,' she said. 'The heads are of wood and the clothes are all handmade and from natural materials.'

'They are all very beautiful,' commented Simon.

'But the supermarkets sell such cheap plastic things. I can't compete.'

Simon stared down at the toys. Agatha Raisin had been a public relations supremo. He wondered if she could do anything.

'I've just had an idea,' he said. 'I don't want to get your hopes up. I'll call you later.'

Agatha opened the door to Simon and said, 'Come in.' The sight of him made her feel guilty. She knew she had been doing everything she could to halt his budding romance with Toni.

'Anything up?' she asked. 'Or is this just a social call?'

In the kitchen, they sat down at the table while Simon told her about May Dinwoody, ending with, 'As a former public relations guru, I thought you could think of something.'

Agatha studied him for so long that he began to feel uneasy.

At last she said, 'Yes, I could make her a success. I could lease her a shop and start a publicity campaign, but I need something from you in return.'

'What's that?'

'Toni is very young. So are you. I don't want my best detective to go off and get married and have children at her early age.'

Simon turned scarlet. 'You have no right to interfere.'

'I am determined to protect my agency. In three years' time, you can have my go-ahead. Up until then, I want you to steer clear. Are you in love with her?'

'No, but almost.'

'Then it is simple. Put the brakes on and May Dinwoody can look forward to a prosperous old age.'

Simon thought of May's tear-filled eyes. Then he shrugged. 'Okay, but only until the three years are up.'

The launch of Aristo Toys created a sensation in the quiet market town of Mircester. A famous pop band called Children of the New Age performed on a platform outside the shop. A television detective, Buster Kemp, made a speech saying that it was important to buy good safe toys for children which could be passed down through the generations. 'Just think,' he said, holding up a doll, 'one of your grandchildren could be showing this in later years on Antiques Roadshow.'

Then the mayor cut the tape and the shop was declared open. May, dressed in a conservative suit and with her hair professionally dressed, was flanked by two assistants.

She could hardly believe that people were actually paying the extraordinarily steep prices Agatha had insisted on charging. Her toys had become a 'must have.'

'Thanks,' said Simon to Agatha when the long day was over. 'How will she restock?'

'I've leased a small factory on the outskirts. I've had May out there for the past three months training people. If you tap into the middle-aged and elderly workforce, it's amazing what talent you can find. I keep forgetting to ask May--did someone actually poison Carrie Brother's dog?'

'The vet said it died of old age and overeating. Carrie won't believe him. She's gone in for cats.'

Simon was leaving the shop when Toni caught up with him. 'Coming for a drink?'

'Sorry, Toni, I've got a date.'

'Oh, have fun.' Toni turned and walked away.

Simon swore under his breath. He could resign and then he'd be free to ask her out. But he loved the work. Somehow, he would make Agatha Raisin so beholden to him that she would let him out of their agreement.

James Lacey studied the engagement columns in the Times but could not see any announcement of any engagement between Agatha and Charles. He had gone immediately off on his travels again