When Agatha arrived at the hall, the scene was typically chaotic. Sir Charles Fraith was leaning against a velvet-draped table, looking bored but elegant. The local police, led by a harried-looking Bill Wong, were already cordoning off the area.
"With a diamond-encrusted watch in your pocket?" Agatha guessed, a wild shot that hit the mark. Vane turned pale. Agatha Raisin
"A heart attack, surely?" Agatha suggested, peering over Bill’s shoulder. When Agatha arrived at the hall, the scene
"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." "With a diamond-encrusted watch in your pocket
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."