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When Agatha arrived at the hall, the scene was typically chaotic. Sir Charles Fraith was leaning against a velvet-draped table, looking bored but elegant. The local police, led by a harried-looking Bill Wong, were already cordoning off the area.

"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". Agatha Raisin

"A heart attack, surely?" Agatha suggested, peering over Bill’s shoulder. When Agatha arrived at the hall, the scene

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. The boredom was broken by a frantic knock at her door

"I'm afraid so," Mrs. Bloxby sighed. "It's poor Mr. Henderson, the retired horologist. He’s slumped over his display of grandfather clocks."

Agatha’s PR-trained brain started whirring. "And 10:15 was when the exhibition opened. He was fine at 10:10 when Mrs. Boggle saw him."

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