Agatha Raisin and the Wizard of Evesham

things?’ asked Agatha.
    ‘And now all mutton is lamb, dear,’ said Henry with a giggle.
    Agatha eyed him with disfavour. ‘Just shove off and stop twitching and grinning and we’ll call you when we’re ready.’
    ‘Well, really , I never did.’ Henry tossed his head.
    ‘The fact that you haven’t lost your virginity is nothing to do with me. Go away.’
    ‘You’ve hurt his feelings, Aggie,’ said Charles equably.
    ‘Don’t care,’ muttered Agatha. Bill hadn’t even bothered to phone her. ‘What are you having?’
    ‘I’ll have the all-day breakfast. The Dead-Eye Dick Special, and I hope it comes with lots of chips.’
    ‘No starter? Oh well, I’ll have a ham salad.’
    ‘They can’t have anything described simply as ham salad.’
    ‘It’s described as South Sea Roast pig, sliced and on a bed of crunchy salad with Hard Tack croutons.’
    ‘Oh. Wine?’
    ‘Why not?’
    Charles signalled to the waiter, ordered their meals and a carafe of house wine.
    ‘No vintage for me?’ asked Agatha.
    ‘I wouldn’t bother in a place like this.’
    ‘So why did you bring me to a place like this?’
    ‘God, you’re sour this evening, Agatha. Am I to assume that James is not around?’
    ‘No, he’s away somewhere.’
    ‘And didn’t even say goodbye? Yes, I can see by the look on your face.’
    ‘Men are so immature.’
    ‘That’s what you women always throw at us.’
    ‘Well, it’s true.’
    ‘It’s a necessary part of the masculine make-up. It enables us to dream greater dreams and bring them about. Have you ever wondered why all the great inventors are men?’
    ‘Because women never had a chance.’
    ‘Wrong. Women are pragmatic. They have to be to bring up children. I shall illustrate what I mean with a story.’ He rested his chin on his hands and gazed dreamily across at her.
    ‘A chap goes to Cambridge University. The girls there terrify him and they’re only interested in rugger-buggers anyway and he’s the academic type. So he falls in love with a fluffy little barmaid, and gets her pregnant and marries her. He gets a first in physics but he has to support his new family, so he takes a job in an insurance office and there he is, up to his neck in a mortgage and car payments and the wife has twins. A few years pass and he begins to spend every weekend down in the garden shed. Wife begins to whine and complain. “We never see you. Sharon and Tracey are missing their dad. What are you doing ?” At last he tells her. He’s building a time machine. Then the shit hits the fan. Will this pay the bills? she rages at him. The Joneses next door have a new deep freeze. When are they going to get one? And so on. So he locks himself into his shed and hammers away while she screams outside.
    ‘Well, he builds his time machine and becomes a billionaire and runs off with a little bit of fluff in the office who is the only woman who really understands him and has supported him, which of course she has, not knowing one word he’s been talking about, but likes the excitement of being involved with a married man. He divorces his wife and marries the office girl and the money goes to her head and she joins the Euro-trash and runs off with a racing driver and they all live unhappily ever after. And the moral of that is, men and women are different and should start to accept the differences.’
    Agatha laughed. ‘Couldn’t he have escaped in his time machine?’
    ‘Of course not. He got billions to destroy it. Can’t have people zipping around the centuries and messing up history.’
    ‘I never know if you’re a male chauvinist oink or just being funny.’
    ‘I’m never funny. Look at the wrinkles on my forehead, Aggie. Product of deep thought. So what about you? No nice juicy murders?’
    ‘Nothing at all. I am yesterday’s sleuth.’
    ‘I should have thought your experiences in Cyprus would have given you enough death and mayhem for life.’
    Cyprus. Where she had passed a night with Charles and James had found out about it and things had never been the same again. Agatha would not admit to herself that her relationship with James had been on the rocks for a long time before that.
    Charles watched the shadow fall across her eyes and said gently. ‘It wouldn’t have worked, you know. James is a twenty-per-cent person.’
    ‘I don’t understand you.’
    ‘It’s like this. You are an eighty-five-per-cent person and James only gives twenty per cent. It’s not a case of won’t,