Agatha Raisin and The Potted Gardener (19 page)

“Oh, there you are, sweetie,” Peta said by way of greeting. “Follow me and I’ll show you to your sanctum.”

Agatha grimly followed her. She looked around a small dark office and bared her teeth. “Let’s get one thing straight, Peta,” she said. “When you have informed Mr Wilson that this office is an insult and found me a better one, you will remember to never dare call me sweetie again. I am Mrs Raisin to you at all times. And when you’ve finished doing that, get me a cup of coffee.”

Peta made a brave stand. “We all get our own coffee in this firm. Secretaries are not waitresses, you know.”

“Just do it,” barked Agatha, “or find yourself another boss. Jump to it!”

And Peta jumped.

A short time afterwards, Agatha was ensconced in a larger office while Peta silently placed a tray of coffee and biscuits in front of her.

For one brief moment, Agatha thought of James, of Mrs Bloxby, of her cats, her home, her garden, and closed her eyes in pain.

Then she opened them again and pulled the phone towards her.

She was back in business and there was work to be done.

Carsely could wait.