Agatha Raisin and the Curious Curate (24 page)

‘I was wondering how to get some actual proof of his culpability out of her, so I said there was no death penalty and she could wait for him, for the charge of conspiracy to murder plus attempted murder would carry less of a sentence. She said she would not have killed you. She had phoned him and he had said to frighten you as much as possible while he worked out what to do. She said she wouldn’t actually have hit you with that hammer.’

‘So how did you get the goods on Binser out of her?’ asked Agatha.

‘I told her that Binser had told you that he had never loved her and she was easy to use, that he had no intention of ever leaving his wife. She started to cry again, and after a bit she became very angry. Miss Partle said that he had written a confession to the murders so that after his death, she would be exonerated. Why she fell for that one, I do not know, as he could have outlived her. I asked where the confession was. She said they had various subsidiary companies, and in the safe of an office in Docklands, we would find a confession.

‘Once started, it seemed she could not stop. She told me about insider trading deals, intimidation of companies he wished to take over, the lot. I couldn’t believe my luck. I phoned Wilkes, who said he would be down hotfoot with two detectives and a tape recorder. I was terrified while I waited that she would regret the whole thing and slip back into her pretended madness. We raided the safe of a company called Hyten Electronics, and there was the confession along with a set of account books he certainly would not want the income-tax people to see. So he’s been charged.’

‘What a relief,’ said Agatha. ‘I told John I was sure he wouldn’t come looking for me, but I’d begun to jump at every sound.’

‘Where is John? There’s a FOR SALE sign outside his cottage.’

‘He’s going to rent a flat in London. He’s already sent off most of his stuff.’

‘That’s quick work.’

‘Oh, it’s easy to rent a flat in London if you’ve got the money.’

‘So no engagement?’

‘No, there wasn’t enough there. I gave him back his ring.’

‘Did that upset you?’ Bill looked at her shrewdly.

‘Not very much. He was a bore,’ said Agatha, unconsciously echoing John’s remark about Charlotte Bellinge. ‘And I hope everything is all right with you and Alice?’

‘Well, no, it isn’t.’

‘I’m sorry, Bill. It was that dreadful wine. I should never have let her have any.’

‘I’d got over that. People say things when they are drunk they don’t really mean. She was rude to Mother.’

Agatha felt a pang of sympathy for Alice.

‘What did she say?’

‘Well, Mother always does jump the gun a bit. She was saying how Alice and me could save money after we were married by moving in with them – Mum and Dad, that is. Alice said to her, “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve already picked out a nice bungalow for us.” I pointed out it was the first I’d heard of it. Alice said, “I couldn’t live here. They’d drive me mad.”

‘I got very angry but I still thought it was maybe the wrong time of the month or something. Alice insisted we drive out of Mircester on the other side of the ring road, where she said this bungalow was. It was quite large. An estate agent was showing a couple round. I asked how much it was selling for and he said one hundred and eighty thousand. I pointed out to Alice I could never afford that. My pay isn’t great, you know. She asked why I hadn’t saved anything, living at home. I said I paid Mum and Dad for my keep. She went absolutely ballistic and called me all kinds of a fool. So I told her I never wanted to see her again.’

‘Don’t you want to live on your own?’ asked Agatha curiously. ‘There’s police accommodation in Mircester, isn’t there? Get your independence.’

‘I have my independence,’ said Bill, puzzled. ‘All my meals are prepared for me and I have my own room at home.’

Agatha decided to drop the subject. ‘I feel a fool the way I went on,’ she said. ‘I was completely taken in by Binser.’

‘He’s the fool,’ said Bill. ‘He was very lucky no one ever saw him. Mrs Bloxby saw you leaving Tristan’s at midnight. Pity she didn’t look out of the window later on in the night. Miss Jellop’s neighbours happened to be away or busy. Peggy Slither often played loud music and her neighbours aren’t all that close to her. Maybe it takes an amateur to find an amateur.’

‘Except I got the wrong amateur. Did Binser say what he planned to do with me? I mean, I had told John I was going to see Miss Partle.’

‘He’s already accused of enough, so he sticks

to the story that he had told Miss Partle to frighten you so that you would drop the whole thing.’

‘I can’t see her believing that.’

‘She was so much in love with him and already in such a state of panic that she didn’t think clearly.’

‘I never saw a less frightened woman.’

‘Maybe he planned to dump your body somewhere and then arrange things so that it would look as if you had left the country. I don’t know. I think you should take things easy from now on, Agatha.’

‘I plan to.’

In the weeks leading up to Christmas, Agatha threw herself into preparations for the old folks’ club. She raised money by deciding after all to hold an auction and then held several bingo evenings in the school hall, much to the distress of the vicar, who felt it was encouraging gambling.

The opening party on Christmas Eve was a great success. The ladies’ society organized a roster of drivers to take the infirm elderly to the club.

In the new year, Ralph Crinsted started his chess classes. Agatha felt mildly guilty that she had done nothing about taking further lessons from him, although he seemed to have a good few willing pupils.

It was the end of January before she realized that the FOR SALE sign outside John’s cottage had gone.

Agatha hurried along to the vicarage. ‘Who’s my new neighbour?’ she asked Mrs Bloxby.

‘I believe it is a certain Mr Paul Chatterton, some sort of computer expert.’

‘Oh, some computer nerd. Anyway, I’m not interested in men any more. I thought John might have called at least once.’

‘I wouldn’t worry about him. I think he was a bit of a lightweight.’

Agatha looked at her in surprise. It was highly unusual for the vicar’s wife to say anything critical about anyone.

Mrs Bloxby coloured. ‘I do not like the way he treated you. I do wish you would find someone suitable.’

‘I tell you, I’ve given up. There aren’t any suitable men when you get to my age, anyway.’

‘God will provide,’ said Mrs Bloxby sententiously.

Agatha grinned as a vision of a handsome bachelor, gift-wrapped, and descending from heaven, entered her mind.

When she walked back to her cottage, she saw there was a removal van outside. Overseeing the unloading of it was what was obviously the new owner. He was middle-aged but tall and fit-looking. He had a shock of white hair and a thin, clever face and sparkling black eyes.

Agatha hurried indoors. She picked up the phone and made an appointment with the hairdresser and then the beautician.

Not that she was interested in men any more.

Still, it didn’t do to let oneself go.