Agatha Raisin and the Terrible Tourist Read Free Page B

find James.
    She was reluctant to dine in the hotel that evening, so she checked her guidebook and selected a restaurant called The Grapevine which looked hopeful, and took a taxi the short distance there, not wanting to bother driving. It was a good choice, the restaurant being in the garden of an old Ottoman house. Agatha ordered wine and swordfish kebab and tried not to feel lonely.
    The garden was heavy with the scent of jasmine and full of the sound of British voices. It was a great favourite with the British residents, a blonde woman called Carol who served her meal, told her. There were evidently a great number of British residents in north Cyprus: they even had their own village outside Kyrenia called Karaman, complete with houses called things like Cobblers, and a British library, and a pub called The Crow's Nest.
    Agatha had brought a paperback with her and was trying to read by candle-light when Carol brought her a note. It said simply, "Come and join us."
    She looked across the restaurant. Just taking their seats at a centre table were Rose, husband and friend, and Olivia, husband and friend. They were smiling and waving in her direction.
    Intrigued that such an unlikely combination should get together, Agatha picked up her plate and wine and went to join them.
    "Isn't this a surprise?" said Rose. "There we was, just walking down the street, when my Trevor, he says, he says to me, 'Isn't that Olivia?'" Agatha noticed Olivia wince. "And Georgie says, 'Come and join us,' so here we all are! Innit fun! "
    To Agatha's amazement, Olivia seemed to be making an effort to be polite to Rose, Trevor and Angus. It transpired that her husband, George, had recently retired from the Foreign Office, friend Harry Tembleton was a farmer, and that Olivia herself had heard of Agatha, for the Debenhams had a manor-house in Lower Cramber in the Cotswolds.
    The wine circulated and Rose grew more animated. It seemed she was a specialist in the double entendre. She had a really filthy laugh, a bar-room laugh, a gin-and-sixty-cigarettes-a-day laugh, which sounded around the restaurant. George crossed his legs under the table and his foot brushed against Rose's leg. He apologized and Rose shrieked with laughter. "Go on," she said, giving him a nudge with one thin, pointed elbow. "I know what you're after!"
    Agatha did not think anyone could eat kebab off its skewer in a suggestive manner, but Rose did. Then she, it seemed deliberately, misunderstood the simplest remarks. George said he hoped there wouldn't be another tube strike in London when they got back because he had some business in the City to attend to. "A boob strike," cried Rose gleefully. "Has Olivia stopped your jollies?"
    Agatha gave her a bored look and Rose mouthed at her, "Like Lysistrata." So vulgar Rose knew her Greek classics, thought Agatha, who had only recently boned up on them herself. And somehow Rose knew that Agatha had rumbled her act.
    What was an intelligent woman doing being tied to the brutish Trevor and a dreary retired shopkeeper like Angus?
    Angus was a man of few words and those that he had were delivered in a slow portentous manner. "Scottish education is the finest in the world, yes," he said, apropos of nothing. Things like that.
    Olivia had a bright smile pinned on her face as she tried to "draw" everyone out, and did it very well, thought Agatha, although noticing that Olivia could not quite mask that she detested Rose and thought Trevor a boor. She entertained them with a funny story about how the man in the hotel room upstairs had let his bath over-run so that it had seeped down into the ceiling of their room and he refused to admit he was guilty and said they must have let the windows open and let the rain in.
    To Agatha's surprise, they all decided to go on an expedition to the Othello Tower in Famagusta the next day and she was urged to join them. They would hire cars. She refused. Tomorrow was James Lacey--hunting day. They had been going to