Agatha Raisin and the Fairies of Fryham

committed the murder.’
    ‘Is that all?’ asked Agatha.
    ‘Mmm? Wait a bit, till I read yours. You don’t mention Lizzie or Captain Findlay.’
    ‘That’s because Lizzie said the captain admired Paul.’
    ‘But I’ve got an interesting idea in blackmail. That would explain the return of the Stubbs.’
    ‘I don’t see why.’
    ‘Look,’ said Charles, tapping Agatha’s notes with his pencil. ‘Let’s think about blackmail. Mrs Jackson and Redfern know about that other will. They witnessed it. Say, Redfern tells Lucy. She nabs the painting. Something then happens to make her kill her husband. Up pops Redfern and says, “Unless you pay me, I’ll talk about that other will.” I’ve got the loot, I don’t need the painting, thinks Lucy, and I’m not going to be blackmailed, so she dumps it on us. Redfern then ups and says, “Pay up or I’ll tell the police you stole that painting,” so she blasts him with a shotgun.’
    ‘I wish she didn’t have such a cast-iron alibi.’ Agatha suddenly thought of James. Why hadn’t he phoned? Perhaps he was trying even now.
    ‘The heat from the press should be off by now,’ she said. ‘Let’s go back to the cottage. Whatever clues we need are in Fryfam.’
    Charles sighed. ‘I must admit, I’m tired of this motel room. But the press will still be snooping around. It’s too hot a story for them to drop. We’ll leave in the morning.’
    Agatha felt nervous about going into the cottage when they got back. She stood outside until Charles had checked every room for either dead bodies or would-be assailants under the bed.
    Finding it was safe, Agatha let out the cats into the garden. Barry Jones was raking up leaves. ‘Hope you don’t mind,’ he called. ‘I borrowed the key from Mrs Jackson and let myself into the kitchen for a cup of tea.’
    Agatha walked down the garden to join him. ‘Do you always call your mother Mrs Jackson?’
    ‘Only to folks who don’t know the score. It confuses people, us having different names.’
    ‘What was your father like?’
    ‘Dunno. He scarpered right after I was born.’
    ‘Chatting up the garden Adonis?’ asked Charles when Agatha came back into the kitchen.
    ‘He is incredibly good-looking, isn’t he?’ said Agatha.
    ‘Now there’s a real toy boy for you.’
    ‘I might consider it,’ snapped Agatha. ‘What are we going to do now?’
    ‘I’m going to watch something stupid on television. If I keep thinking about it and thinking about it and thinking about it, I’ll never get anywhere.’
    Agatha retreated to her bedroom and shut the door. She waited until she could hear the sounds of the television set downstairs, then took out her mobile phone and called Mrs Bloxby.
    ‘Oh, dear, what has been happening to you?’
    There was a ringing at the doorbell downstairs. ‘Wait a minute,’ said Agatha. She put her head round the bedroom door. ‘Press,’ came Charles’s voice. ‘I’m not going to open it.’
    Agatha retreated into the bedroom. ‘That was the press,’ she said to Mrs Bloxby.
    ‘Is it not getting a little dangerous for you to be there?’ asked Mrs Bloxby. ‘You always stir things up and then someone tries to hurt you.’
    ‘I’m safe for the moment, with the village crawling with police and press. How’s things in Carsely?’
    ‘Very quiet.’
    ‘James getting on all right?’
    ‘Yes, he and that Mrs Sheppard I told you about have struck up a friendship.’
    ‘Oh, the pushy blonde.’
    ‘Now, now, she’s not at all pushy and, in fact, is very amusing. What’s been happening? I saw you and Charles on the television news.’
    Agatha told her all about the new will, Lizzie and the captain, and the dead end they had reached in looking for motives and suspects. Then she told her the whole business in detail from the beginning.
    Agatha ended up by saying, ‘We’ll maybe have to look further. I mean, it could have been any member of the hunt, for all I know. And that Lizzie, I’m beginning to think she is a bit of a minx. She can’t be all that downtrodden and crushed. She was even flirting with Charles.’
    ‘And did that annoy you?’
    ‘Of course not. I’m not interested in Charles. Still, it was a bit odd.’
    ‘How was the Stubbs left in your house? I mean, how did they get in?’
    ‘Charles forgot to lock up.’
    ‘And the time before, when the place was searched? Any signs of a door or window being forced?’
    ‘No, someone must have had a key.’
    ‘Does