Free Agatha Raisin and the Terrible Tourist by MC Beaton Page B

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 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 for about a week. Do you really want to see the covered market again?’
    ‘Not really I wanted to talk to you without the others listening. Somewhere in their backgrounds must be some sort of clue to Rose’s death. What if we fax Bill Wong from the Onar Village Hotel on the way back and ask him to dig something up?’
    ‘Let’s leave it for another day,’ said James cautiously. ‘They may find out something here and then we do not need to bother Mircester police. In fact, why don’t we do some sightseeing and pack up a picnic tomorrow and go and have a look at some of the sights. We’ll start with Saint Hilarion.’
    Agatha was still staring into the jeweller’s window as he talked. She suddenly pressed his arm warningly. For behind them, and in the window, she saw the reflections of Olivia and party.
    How long had they been standing there?
    They swung round. ‘We thought we’d take a look at the covered market as well,’ said Olivia.
    ‘We’ve changed our minds,’ said Agatha before James could speak. The weather was still very warm and Olivia was wearing a brief sundress which showed her excellent breasts. I wish it would start to freeze, thought Agatha.
    ‘What about dinner tonight?’ asked Olivia.
    ‘There’s a very good restaurant at Zeytinlik, just outside Kyrenia,’ said James to Agatha’s dismay. ‘The Ottoman House. Eight o’clock?’
    ‘Great. We’ll see you there.’
    ‘Aye, we’ve got to stick together,’ said Angus.
    ‘Why on earth did you say that?’ demanded Agatha angrily as they walked away. ‘Surely we’ve seen enough of them for one day.’
    ‘You want to investigate, don’t you?’ demanded James, steering her round a cartful of watermelons. ‘What do we really know about Harry and Angus, apart from the fact that Harry is a farmer and Angus a retired shopkeeper?’
    ‘If we faxed Bill Wong, we’d find out all we have to know,’ said Agatha sulkily.
    ‘Bill Wong may be too busy to bother about a murder case in Cyprus. It’s only a dinner, Agatha, and we have the rest of the day to ourselves.’
    But when they got back to the villa, it was three thirty in the afternoon and James said he was going to write.
    Agatha retired to her room and began to search through her clothes for something to outshine Olivia. There was a phone extension in her room. On impulse she