Agatha Raisin and the Terrible Tourist

going to investigate? Will Mr Lacey be helping you?’
    ‘I don’t know what James is doing these days and I don’t care,’ said Agatha. ‘But I will probably find out more about the whole set-up because I will be doing public relations for the new water company on a freelance basis.’
    ‘Pity it’s water,’ said Miss Simms. ‘Now if it was gin or whisky, you could get us all some free samples. My current boyfriend is in bathroom equipment. I can get you a toilet seat.’
    ‘That’s kind of you, but my toilet seats are all right. Do you know any of the members of the parish council?’
    ‘Ancombe, you mean. The ladies’ society did a concert over in Ancombe when you was away abroad. Old fuddy-duddies. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. Probably it’ll turn out the old geezer just fell over.’
    The conversation moved to village gossip and Agatha finally left, feeling better. There was a message on her answering machine from Roy. She was to meet the two directors of the Ancombe Water Company the following day at three in the afternoon.
    Comforted by the thought of work, and by a long walk in the afternoon, Agatha managed at last to get a good night’s sleep.