Agatha Raisin Y La Quiche Letal M C Beaton ... Apr 2026

The news hit Carsely faster than a summer storm: Reg Cummings was dead. He had been found slumped over his kitchen table, and the cause was quite clear. The spinach and cowhide-mushroom quiche—Agatha’s quiche—had been laced with a highly effective, very lethal dose of hemlock.

The next morning, the village hall was stiflingly hot and filled with the scent of butter and judgment. Agatha watched as the judge, Reg Cummings, took a generous slice of her entry. He chewed slowly, his eyes widening. "Superb," he whispered. Agatha Raisin Y La Quiche Letal M C Beaton ...

As the police sirens wailed toward her cottage, Agatha realized two things. First, her social standing in the village was officially ruined. Second, she was going to have to find the real killer just to prove she was a fraud, not a murderer. The news hit Carsely faster than a summer

Agatha Raisin looked at the quiche on her kitchen counter and felt a rare prickle of guilt. It was golden, flaky, and smelled divine—mostly because it had been baked by an expert at a high-end London deli, not by Agatha herself. The next morning, the village hall was stiflingly

She had moved to the tiny village of Carsely to live the dream of a retired PR executive. But the Cotswolds were proving to be less of a pastoral escape and more of a social minefield. The local Quiche Competition was her ticket to instant prestige, and Agatha wasn't about to let a little thing like "honesty" get in the way.