Agatha Raisin And The Curious Curate - Plot & Excerpts
‘Oh, it’s you,’ she said. ‘Come in. Maybe you can tell me what I should do with this lot. They’re down in the cellar,’ she said, leading the way to a door under the stairs. As Agatha bent her head to follow her through the low door and down shallow stone steps, she wondered if Mrs Essex had found something gruesome. ‘There they are,’ said Mrs Essex. The small cellar was full of metal wine racks stacked with dusty bottles. ‘I wouldn’t have thought your sister would be a wine collector,’ said Agatha. ‘If you mean fine wines, forget it. This lot is all home-made. See!’ She took a bottle out of the nearest rack. A faded white label with the inscription ‘Jellop’s Brew’ had been stuck on the greenish glass. ‘Is it any good?’ asked Agatha. ‘I never touch alcohol, so I wouldn’t know.’ Agatha thought of the duck races.
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