Agatha Raisin And The Walkers Of Dembley - Plot & Excerpts
It was the day after the weekly meeting of the Dembley Walkers. He was referring to a certain Mr and Mrs James Lacey, who had turned up and said they were eager to join the walkers. Jeffrey and the others were in the Grapes at lunchtime, a somewhat more relaxed group than they had been in previous days. All were getting used to frequent interrogations and diggings into their past by the police. Kelvin was feeling quite euphoric because the police had not discovered Jessica’s visit to him or the subsequent row, and Jeffrey was beginning to feel at ease because he had not heard a word about entertaining any Irishmen. ‘Bourgeois,’ said Alice, heaving her great bottom on the imitation medieval chair in the lounge bar. ‘They’ve got money. That was a Gucci handbag she was carrying.’ ‘There’s something a bit common about her, reelly,’ said Deborah, who secretly, thanks to several warm telephone calls from Sir Charles, felt she was becoming an authority on the upper classes.
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