Agatha perked up instantly. "A body?" she asked, already reaching for her handbag and checking her makeup in the hall mirror.
As Bill Wong stepped in to investigate the briefcase, Agatha turned to Sir Charles. "He didn't just steal it, Charles. He used one of Henderson's own clock-tuning tools to deliver a sharp blow to the neck. Very precise. Very horological." Agatha Raisin
"He was eighty-two, Agatha," Bill said patiently. "But the clocks... they've all been stopped at exactly 10:15. Including the ones he didn't have batteries for." Agatha perked up instantly