Free Agatha Raisin and the Terrible Tourist by M. C. Beaton

you."
    "Meaning I am not a suspect?"
    "Everyone who was in that disco on the night of the murder is a suspect. You may go, but do not leave Cyprus yet. Send Mr. Lacey in."
    Agatha would have given anything to hear what went on between Pamir and James. Was he asking them about their relationship? And what would James say?
    Then she decided gloomily that James would probably just say, again, they were only friends and that for some reason Agatha had followed him to Cyprus, and she would appear a pathetic middle-aged woman chasing lost love.
    When James finally emerged, Agatha suggested that they should have lunch in Nicosia alone, but James said they should all have lunch together.
    "Why?" demanded Agatha.
    "Don't you want to find out who did this?"
    "Ye-es," said Agatha reluctantly, not being able to say that she only wanted to be alone with him.
    At last they had all been interviewed and silently they walked across to the Saray Hotel and took the lift up to the restaurant at the top. The call to prayer sounded out over the red roofs of Nicosia as they sat down at one of the tables next to the window.
    "Damned caterwauling," said Olivia crossly.
    "It's a Muslim country," said Angus. "Well, ma friends, do ye think that's it?"
    "If you mean, will they question us again," said James, "then I think they are bound to. They are sure one of us did it."
    He glanced at Trevor, but Trevor was staring stonily out of the window at the minarets of the mosque.
    "I'm beginning to think it's up to me to find out who did it," said Agatha, and then immediately regretted her words, because she immediately knew she sounded like an insensitive brag.
    "Oh, all your stories about solving murders," said Olivia with a brittle laugh. "Are you sure you weren't fantasizing, dear?"
    "No, I was not!" said Agatha hotly. "I have helped the police in Mircester in several cases."
    "If you say so," said Harry Tembleton with a slight sneer.
    "Tell them, James," urged Agatha.
    "It is true that Agatha, by blundering around in murder investigations, managed to prompt the murderer to show his, or her, hand," said James flatly.
    Agatha looked at him in amazement. "If you were a woman, James, you would be called a bitch."
    There was an awkward silence and then Trevor found his voice. "I wish the lot of you would realize I have lost my wife," he said flatly. "I think it was some local crazed on drugs. All I want to do is get the hell out of this buggering island and never see it again."
    The waiter came up and they ordered food. Agatha studied Angus. Trevor had shown all the signs of being a very jealous husband and yet he had allowed this doting friend to join them on holiday. Why? Did he think Angus too old and too pompous to be any competition at all? Or had Angus paid for it?
    She suddenly thought that she really ought to fax Bill Wong at Mircester Police Headquarters and ask him for the background on all of them.
    Olivia decided her social skills were needed to guide them all through this awkward lunch. She encouraged James to talk about his book, and Angus to talk about what he did in his retirement and Harry to talk about farming. Trevor kept to a morose silence and somehow Olivia kept steering the conversation so that Agatha was excluded.
    When they finally left the restaurant and were grouped on the pavement outside the Saray Hotel, Agatha linked her arm in James's and said firmly, "Well, goodbye. I would like to take a look at the covered market again."
    She led James off. When they were clear of the others, Agatha said, "That was a nasty crack of yours about the way I solved those murders."
    "I thought you were being insensitive with Trevor sitting there. Besides, if we're going to investigate this and you think one of them is a murderer, it's a good idea not to advertise what you're doing."
    "Oh, Mr. Know-All!" Agatha stopped short in front of a jeweller's window. "Those Rolex watches look remarkably cheap."
    "Pirated," said James curtly. "Probably only run