Agatha Raisin And The Witch Of Wyckhadden - Plot & Excerpts
said the colonel after lunch. Mary was lying down in her room being ministered to by Jennifer. “I know,” said Agatha. “I tried to phone Jimmy.” Agatha was beginning to wonder why Harry had gone out of his way to make his snow figure so much like Francie. And why had he such ability? “Thought that snow thing of Harry’s was in remarkably bad taste,” said the colonel. He and Daisy and Agatha were sitting in front of the fire in the lounge. “I’m amazed, however, at his expertise,” said Agatha. “I thought he was going to make a traditional snowman.” “I suppose once a sculptor, always a sculptor.” “What! Harry?” Agatha had fondly imagined that sculptors, however old, would look, well, more bohemian. “Haven’t you ever heard of Henry Berry before?” asked the colonel. “He was quite famous in his day. Doesn’t do it any more. Says he hasn’t the strength.” “He seems remarkably strong to me.” Agatha remembered the ease with which he had lifted and shaped the heavy snow.
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