Agatha Raisin and the Terrible Tourist by M. C Beaton

Author:M. C Beaton [Beaton, M. C]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Traditional British, Fiction, Women Sleuths, Mystery & Detective, General, Women Detectives, Detective and mystery stories, Cotswold Hills (England), Travelers, Raisin, Agatha (Fictitious Character), Murder, Women Private Investigators, British, Cyprus
ISBN: 9780312965662
Google: K9Rs50sAEwYC
Amazon: 0312965664
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 1998-07-14T23:00:00+00:00

Agatha curled up in her hotel bed and thought about James. She desperately did not want him to be angry with her. He surely must be jealous of Charles. But how could the man be so jealous and be living with her and yet not make any move to make love to her?

She suddenly plunged down into a deep sleep. The night was warm but pleasant and she had not switched on the air-conditioning but had left the windows and shutters open.

At around three in the morning, the lock on her bedroom door clicked softly open. Agatha slept on. A dark figure moved softly towards the bed. With one swift movement, the pillow was snatched from under Agatha's head and pressed down on her face.

Agatha awoke instantly and began to fight for her life. She thrashed and fought and then suddenly, with a wrench of her head, found her mouth free and screamed and screamed. She heard her door slam.

She switched on the bedside light, phoned reception and babbled for help.

An hour later, feeling sick and shivering despite the warmth of the room, she faced Pamir.

She tried to protest that she had told her story to the hotel manager, to various policemen and detectives, but he took her through it again.

When she had finished, he said, "We have taken Mr. Lacey in for questioning."

"What?" said Agatha dizzily. "What has James got to do with it?"

"Mr. Lacey was heard earlier this evening threatening your life. He subsequently tried to call your room and when you were not there, the receptionist volunteered the information that you had gone upstairs with Sir Charles Fraith and might be in his room and volunteered to phone that number, but Mr. Lacey went off in a temper. We must not be sidetracked by the unsolved murder of Rose Wilcox. We think that Mr. Lacey, overcome with jealousy, may have tried to murder you."

"I was able to fight off my attacker," said Agatha. "If James had tried to murder me, I wouldn't have been able to fight him off."

"He may have changed his mind at the last moment."

"Oh, this is rubbish."

"We think this is jealousy. Sir Charles is being questioned also. You are, I believe, wearing Sir Charles's pyjamas." Agatha blushed. She had been too shaken to change, to do anything more but sit on the edge of the bed and shiver.

"I told you. I had a drink with him. That's all. He kindly lent mc the pyjamas. How did whoever get the key to my room?"

"Someone may have stolen a passkey. We are questioning the staff."

Agatha clutched her hair. "I know James was not responsible. The whole idea is mad."

Pamir questioned her further and then said she was free to leave. Agatha miserably washed and dressed. She bundled up Charles's pyjamas and put the toothbrush in her handbag and then made her way downstairs and out of the hotel.

She drove back to the villa and let herself in. She felt she should really go to police headquarters and see if she could help James, but she felt too tired and shaken.

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