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Agatha Raisin and the Haunted House (Agatha Raisin Series #14)

Agatha Raisin and the Haunted House (Agatha Raisin Series #14)

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by M. C. Beaton

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Things That Go Bump In The Night...

Agatha Raisin, snug and warm in her Carsley cottage, has that same old feeling-boredom-until a report of a haunted house sends her and new neighbor, handsome Paul Chatterton, to investigate. Suddenly, middle-aged Agatha is aglow with romance and excitement.

But the glow fades fast. It turns out Paul is a cad. The


Things That Go Bump In The Night...

Agatha Raisin, snug and warm in her Carsley cottage, has that same old feeling-boredom-until a report of a haunted house sends her and new neighbor, handsome Paul Chatterton, to investigate. Suddenly, middle-aged Agatha is aglow with romance and excitement.

But the glow fades fast. It turns out Paul is a cad. The victim of the haunting is a universally disliked old biddy. And the ghost is most likely someone playing a dirty trick. Then an old lady is soon found murdered. But never fear! For Agatha, solving a homicide is more fun than hunting a ghost. She quickly has a theory and a risky scheme. And she is about to make a startling discovery which can be her greatest triumph...or leave her heartbroken, in trouble with the police, and in danger of losing her reputation-or her life.

"Fans of the Agatha Raisin mysteries will understand why they are so addictive but first time readers of this series should note that once they are finished with this novel, the reader will want to immediately obtain the complete backlist." -The Midwest Book Review

"Agatha Raisin and the Haunted House has it all: Ghosts, a handsome new neighbor, moonlight, and menace. After this witty fourteenth mystery, she will become a real detective. Can't wait." -Mystery Lovers Bookshop

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“Another delightful series adventure.” —Library Journal

“Fans of the Agatha Raisin mysteries will understand why they are so addictive but first time readers of this series should note that once they are finished with this novel, the reader will want to immediately obtain the complete backlist.” —The Midwest Book Review

“Agatha Raisin and the Haunted House has it all: Ghosts, a handsome new neighbor, moonlight, and menace. After this witty fourteenth mystery, she will become a real detective. Can't wait.” —Mystery Lovers Bookshop

“Agatha grows more endearing with each installment.” —The Cleveland Plain Dealer

“Beaton's Agatha Raisin series...just about defines the British cozy.” —Booklist

“[Agatha] is a glorious cross between Miss Marple, Auntie Mame, and Lucille Ball, with a tad of pit bull tossed in. She's wonderful.” —St. Petersburg Times

“Anyone interested in a few hours' worth of intelligent, amusing reading will want to make the acquaintance of Mrs. Agatha Raisin.” —Atlanta Journal Constitution

“Few things in life are more satisfying than to discover a brand new Agatha Raisin mystery.” —Tampa Tribune Times

“Beaton has a winner in the irrepressible, romance-hungry Agatha.” —Chicago Sun-Times

“The Miss Marple-like Raisin is a refreshingly sensible, wonderfully eccentric, thoroughly likable heroine...a must for cozy fans.” —Booklist

“Anyone interested in...intelligent, amusing reading will want to make the acquaintance of Mrs. Agatha Raisin.” —Atlanta Journal Constitution

“The Raisin series brings the cozy tradition back to life. God bless the Queen!” —Tulsa World

“[Beaton's] imperfect heroine is an absolute gem!” —Publishers Weekly

“Curmudgeonly but lovable Agatha Raisin cheerfully grouses her way through the English countryside in this cozy mystery. What at first seems to be a rather routine murder case gathers twists and turns--and a few more bodies--as it moves along.... Agatha is as on the mark as ever, and so is her author.” —RT Book Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In M.C. Beaton's Agatha Raisin and the Haunted House, the Cotswolds village sleuth investigates the murder of the owner of a supernaturally challenged house-and meets a handsome new neighbor. Besides the Hamish Macbeth series, Beaton is the author of Snobbery with Violence (Forecasts, June 2), an Edwardian mystery, writing as Marion Chesney. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Once more, a murder mystery saves Agatha from the threat of boredom. It seems that handsome neighbor Paul has offered their investigative services to the owner of a reputedly haunted house. When the owner turns up dead, the pair know for sure something's going on. Another delightful series adventure. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.

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St. Martin's Press
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Agatha Raisin Series , #14
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First Edition
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4.24(w) x 6.82(h) x 0.70(d)

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Copyright © 2003 M.C. Beaton
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ISBN: 0-312-20769-7

Chapter One

FOOT-AND-MOUTH disease had closed down the countryside. Country walks and farm gates were padlocked. The spring was chilly and wet, with the first daffodils hanging their yellow heads under torrents of rain.

The thatch on Agatha Raisin's cottage dripped mournfully. She sat on the kitchen floor with her cats and wondered what to do to ward off a familiar feeling of approaching boredom. With boredom came nervous depression, as she well knew.

An interesting-looking man had moved into the cottage next door, formerly owned by her ex-husband, James, but interest in any man at all had died in Agatha's bosom. She had not joined the other village ladies in taking around cakes or homemade jam. Nor had she heard any of the gossip because she had just returned from London where, in her capacity as free-lance public relations officer, she had been helping to launch a new fashion line for young people called Mr. Harry. All it had served to do was make middle-aged Agatha feel old. Some of the skinny models-heroin-chic was still the fashion-had made her feel fatter and older. Her conscience had disturbed her because she knew the clothes were made in Taiwan out of the cheapest material and guaranteed to fall apart at the seams if worn for very long.

She got to her feet and went upstairs to her bedroom and studied herself in a full-length mirror. A stocky middle-aged woman with good legs, shiny brown hair, and small bearlike eyes stared back at her.

Action, she said to herself. She would put on make-up and go and see her friend Mrs. Bloxby, the vicar's wife, and catch up on the village gossip. Agatha put on a foundation base of pale make-up, reflecting that it was not so long ago when bronzed skin had been all the rage. Now that the unfashionable could afford to go abroad in the middle of winter, it was no longer smart to sport a tan or even to wear brownish make-up. She plucked nervously at the skin under her chin. Was it getting loose? She slapped herself under the chin sixty times and then was cross to see a red flush on her neck.

She changed out of the old trousers and sweater she had put on that morning and changed into a biscuit-coloured linen suit over a gold silk blouse. Not that this sudden desire to dress up had anything to do with the new tenant in the cottage next door, she told herself. At least, as the cliché went, time was a great healer. She hardly ever thought of James now and had given up any hope of seeing him again.

Downstairs again, she shrugged into her Burberry and picked up a golf umbrella and went out into the pouring rain. Why on earth had she worn high heels? she wondered, as she picked her way round the puddles on Lilac Lane and headed for the vicarage.

Mrs. Bloxby, a gentle-faced woman with grey hair, opened the door of the vicarage to her. "Mrs. Raisin!" she cried. "When did you get back?"

"Last night," said Agatha, reflecting that after London, the formal use of her second name sounded odd. But then the village ladies' society of which Agatha was a member always addressed one another formally.

"Come in. Such dreadful weather. And this foot-and-mouth plague is frightening. Ramblers have been told not to walk the countryside, but they won't listen. I really don't think some of those ramblers even like the countryside."

"Any foot-and-mouth around here yet?" asked Agatha, taking off her coat and hanging it on a peg in the hall.

"No, nothing round Carsely ... yet."

She led the way into the sitting-room and Agatha followed. Agatha sank down into the feather cushions on the old sofa, took off her shoes and stretched her wet stockinged feet out to the fire.

"I'll lend you a pair of wellingtons when you leave," said Mrs. Bloxby. "I'll get some coffee."

Agatha leaned back and closed her eyes as Mrs. Bloxby went off to the kitchen. It suddenly felt good to be back.

Mrs. Bloxby came back with a tray with mugs of coffee.

"What's the gossip?" asked Agatha.

"Er ... James was here when you were away."

Agatha sat bolt upright. "Where is he now?"

"I'm afraid I don't know. He only stayed for an afternoon. He said he was travelling abroad."

"Rats!" said Agatha gloomily, all the old pain flooding back. "Did you tell him where I was?"

"Yes, I did," said the vicar's wife awkwardly. "I told him where you were living in London and gave him your phone number."

"He didn't call," said Agatha miserably.

"He did seem in a bit of a rush. He sent his love."

"That's a joke," said Agatha bitterly.

"Now drink your coffee. I know it's early, but would you like something stronger?"

"I don't want to start down that road, especially for a creep like James," said Agatha.

"Have you met your new neighbour?"

"No. I saw him when he moved in, I mean from a distance, but then I got the chance of this PR job and took off for London. What's he like?"

"Seems pleasant and clever."

"What does he do?"

"He works in computers. Free-lance. He's just finished a big contract. He says he's glad it's over. He was commuting to Milton Keynes and back every day."

"That's a long haul. No murders?"

"No, Mrs. Raisin. I should think you've had enough of those. There is a small mystery, however."

"What's that?"

"Alf was recently asked to perform an exorcism, but he refused." Alf was the vicar. "Alf says he only believes in the divine spirit and no other kind."

"Where's the ghost?"

"It's a haunted house in Hebberdon-you know, that tiny village the other side of Ancombe. It belongs to an old lady, a Mrs. Witherspoon, a widow. She has heard strange voices and seen lights in the night. Alf has put it down to the village children playing tricks on the old lady and has suggested she call in the police. She did that, but they couldn't find anything. But Mrs. Witherspoon sticks to her story that she is being haunted. So, do you want to investigate?"

Agatha sat for a moment and then said, "No. I think Alf's probably right. You know, sitting here I've decided to stop rushing around, finding things to ward off boredom. Time I broke the pattern. I'm going to become domesticated."

Mrs. Bloxby looked at her uneasily.

"You? Do you think that's a good idea?"

"The garden's full of weeds and this rain can't go on forever. I'm going to potter about and do a bit of gardening."

"You'll get fed up soon."

"You don't know me," said Agatha sharply.

"Possibly not. When did you make this decision?"

Agatha gave a reluctant grin. "Five minutes ago."

Her stubborn pride kept her from revealing that James's visit and the fact that he had not tried to contact her had hurt her deeply.

As the wet spring finally dried up, it did indeed look as if Agatha Raisin had settled into domesticity at last. Tired of lazy gardeners, she had decided to do the work herself and found it alleviated the pain she still felt over James. The ladies of the village of Carsely informed Agatha that her neighbour, Paul Chatterton, was a charming man but not at all sociable. For a moment, Agatha's competitive instincts were aroused, but then she thought dismally that men meant pain and complications. They were best left alone.

She was sprawled in a deck-chair in her garden one sunny day, covered in a careful application of sunblock and with her two cats, Hodge and Boswell, at her feet, when a tentative voice said, "Hullo."

Agatha opened her eyes. Her neighbour was leaning over the garden fence. He had a thick shock of pure white hair and sparkling black eyes in a thin, clever face.

"Yes?" demanded Agatha rudely.

"I'm your new neighbour, Paul Chatterton."

"So? What do you want?" asked Agatha, closing her eyes again.

"I wanted to say hullo."

"You've already said that." Agatha opened her eyes and stared at him. "What about trying goodbye?"

She closed her eyes again until she felt he would have fully appreciated the snub. She cautiously opened them again. He was still standing there, grinning at her.

"I must say you make a refreshing change," he said. "I've been besieged by village ladies since I arrived, and now I decide to be sociable, I happen to pick on the one person who doesn't want to know me."

"Bother someone else," said Agatha. "Why me?" "You're the nearest. Besides, I hear you're the village sleuth."

"What's that got to do with it?"

"I read in the local papers that there's some old woman over at Hebberdon who is being frightened out of her wits by ghosts. I'm going over there to offer my services as a ghost buster."

Agatha's recently dormant competitive instincts rose. She sat up. "Come round the front and I'll let you in and we'll talk about it."

"See you in a few minutes." He waved and loped off.

Agatha struggled to her feet, thinking that old-fashioned canvas deck-chairs like the ones in the Green Park in London had been expressly designed to make one feel old. She found she could not struggle out of it and had to tip it sideways and roll over on the grass to get to her feet. She gave it a furious kick. "You're for the bonfire," she said. "I'11 replace you with a sun lounger tomorrow."

She hurried into the house, stopping only in the kitchen for a moment to wipe the sunblock from her face.

Agatha hesitated before opening the door to him. She was wearing a faded house dress and loafers. Then she shrugged. Men! Who needed to bother about them?

She opened the door. "Come in," she said. "We'll have coffee in the kitchen."

"I'd rather have tea," he said, trotting in after her.

"What kind?" asked Agatha. "I've got Darjeeling, Assam, Earl Grey, and something called Afternoon Tea."

"Darjeeling will do."

Agatha put the kettle on. "Aren't you working at the moment?"

"No, I'm between contracts. Going to take a brief holiday."

Agatha leaned against the kitchen counter. Paul's intelligent black eyes surveyed her and Agatha suddenly wished she were wearing something more attractive, or, at least, had some make-up on. He was not strictly handsome, and yet there was something about that white hair combined with black eyes in a white face and a long athletic figure which, she thought, would disturb quite a lot of women-except, of course, she reminded herself, Agatha Raisin.

"I believe my cottage once belonged to your ex-husband, James Lacey," he said. The kettle began to boil. Agatha lifted down two mugs and put a tea-bag in one and a spoonful of instant coffee in the other.

"Yes," she said. She stirred the tea-bag, lifted it out and put the mug down in front of him. "There's sugar and milk in front of you."

"Thanks. Why Raisin? Did you get married again?"

"No, that was my first husband's name. I kept on using it even when I was married to James. Are you married?"

There was a short silence while Paul carefully added milk and sugar. He stirred his tea. "Yes, I am," he said.

"And so where is Mrs. Chatterton?"

Another silence. Then he said, "Visiting relatives in Spain."

"So she's Spanish?"


"What's her name?" "Um ... Juanita." Agatha's bearlike eyes narrowed. "You know what I think? I think you're not married at all. I think there isn't any Juanita. Look, I invited you in here, not to get into your trousers, but because I'm interested in this ghost thing."

His black eyes sparkled with amusement. "Are you usually this blunt?"

"When I'm being lied to, yes."

"But there is a Juanita. She has long black hair-"

"And plays the castanets and has a rose between her teeth. Forget it," snapped Agatha. "So what do you plan to do about the haunting?"

"I thought I'd run over there and offer my services. Care to join me?"

"Don't see why not," said Agatha. "When shall we go?" "What about now?"

"Okay. Finish your tea and I'll get changed."

"No need for that. Your housewifely appearance might reassure Mrs. Witherspoon."

"Tcha!" said Agatha. She left the kitchen and ran upstairs. She put on a cool pink-and-white-striped shirtwaister dress and then carefully applied make-up. She longed to wear high heels, but the day was hot and swollen ankles would not look chic. She sighed and pushed her feet into a pair of low-heeled sandals.

She was half-way down the stairs when she realized she had forgotten to put on tights. A hot day minus tights would mean the straps on her sandals would scrape across her feet and the skin of her thighs under the short dress might stick to the car seat. She went back to her bedroom and struggled into a pair of tights labelled "One Size Fits All," reflecting that whoever put that slogan on the packet had been thinking of a skinny fourteen-year-old. She looked in the mirror. The effort of putting on the tights in a hot bedroom had made her nose shine. She powdered it too vigorously and got a sneezing fit. By the time she had finished sneezing, her make-up was a wreck, so she had to redo it. Right! A last look in the full-length mirror. God! The buttons at the bosom of her shirtwaister were straining. She took it off and put on a white cotton blouse and a cotton skirt with an elasticated waist.

Fine. Ready to go. One more look in the mirror. Damn. She was wearing a black bra and it showed through the white cotton. Off with the blouse, on with a white bra, blouse back on again.

Resolutely not looking in the mirror this time, Agatha darted down the stairs.

"You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble," said Paul.

"I haven't gone to any trouble," growled Agatha.

"You were away ages and I thought ... Never mind. Let's get going. You'd better take a pair of wellingtons."


"Because there's still foot-and-mouth around and she may live near a farm and we might have to wade through disinfectant."

"Right," said Agatha. "I've got a pair by the door. Whose car? Yours or mine?"

"I'll drive."

His car was a vintage MG. Agatha groaned inwardly as she lowered herself down into the low seat. She felt as if she were sitting on the road. He set off with a roar and Agatha's hair blew forward about her face.

"Why is it in films," she said, "that the heroine in an open car always has her hair streaming behind her?"

"Because she's filmed in a stationary car in a studio with a film of landscape rolling behind her and a studio fan directed on her hair. If it's bothering you, I can stop and put the top up."

"No," said Agatha sourly. "The damage is done. Whereabouts in Hebberdon does this Mrs. Witherspoon live?"

"Ivy Cottage, Bag End."

Agatha fell silent as the countryside streamed past, the ruined countryside, the countryside destroyed by foot-and-mouth. If she had still been in London, she wouldn't have given a damn. But somehow she now felt she belonged in the countryside and what happened there affected her deeply.


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Meet the Author

M. C. BEATON, who was the British guest of honor at Bouchercon 2006, has been hailed as the "Queen of Crime" (The Globe and Mail). In addition to her New York Times and USA Today bestselling Agatha Raisin novels, Beaton is the author of the Hamish Macbeth series and the Edwardian mysteries. Born in Scotland, she currently divides her time between the English Cotswolds and Paris.

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Agatha Raisin and the Haunted House (Agatha Raisin Series #14) 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Agatha Raisin and Hamlish Macbeth are some of my favorite books to read....especially when I'm traveling. They make me laugh and keep me interested.
lizconpow57 More than 1 year ago
My goal this year(2013) was to read all 24 A. Raisin mysteries. I love that these books take place in England. And Agatha is a unforgettable lady.Start reading them now,you will truly enjoy every single one of them.
Nanaboo More than 1 year ago
Endearing in this book and the series as well is the ongoing day dreams that Agatha gets caught up in. Much like most women would, I imagine. The lovely country side, the easy manner of the English gentle people and the grubby pub settings make for a rich and glorious background for a fun read. I do find typographical errors in most of the books in the series. At first, it rather "put me off", but now, I like to discover them. Gives an added mystery to solve.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is one of the best books in the series. It has everything... laugh-out-loud humor, engaging characters, a colorful historical backdrop, romance, suspense, and, of course, murder. And James isn't in it!!!! (I hope we - and Agatha - never hear from him again. I much prefer Charles and Bill.) The story moves along well, without too many characters or confusing side-lines. Agatha is in her prime, and so is M.C. Beaton.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read this book once before and decided to read it once again. I do read all the Agatha Raisin books. They are not to be taken too seriously which is sometimes a welcome respite.
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This series continues to be interesting & well written. Agatha is so outrageous she makes me smile. I'm collecting the entire series & plan to reread them all.
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Laurel_Blue More than 1 year ago
This Agatha Raisin mystery combines suspense with english history, a stage play and colorful characters all meant to keep Agatha on her toes!
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Poor Agatha Raisin. For someone who seems hard as nails, she has a soft spot for a good-looking man - and the lucky woman always seems to have a new one renting the cottage next to hers. It never takes her long to fall in love, and to pull her latest amour into deadly doings. This time an elderly woman has died under suspicious circumstances in her 'haunted' home, so Agatha is soon neck-deep in her own investigation. As always, the author serves up a cozy mystery with big dollops of both humor and affection for the English village. The writing is a bit simplistic at times, but the story has a good plot line, and the characters are loads of fun. At the end of this one, we are given a tantalizing hint as to what might happen in the irrepressible Agatha's next adventure.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Agatha hasn't been herself since James took off for parts unknown. Am hoping that M.C. Beaton has a block buster book on the horizon that resolves James and puts the zip back into Agatha.
harstan More than 1 year ago
After working a free lance public relations job in London for over a month, Agatha Raisin is glad to return to her quaint college in Carsley in England. Still hurting from her divorce, she doesn¿t even try to get acquainted with her new handsome neighbor Paul Chatterton. One day while she is relaxing in her garden with her two cats, Paul approaches her about investigating a house the owner claims is haunted.

Feeling ennui, Agatha agrees to examine the woman¿s claims but when mist starts appearing in the living room in the middle of the night, Agatha gets scared and runs off. A few days later, the woman is found dead and when Paul and Agatha attend the inquest, they learn she was murdered. Paul eggs Agatha into snooping around with him and they quickly find out that the woman had a lot of enemies including her own children. Yet when a suspect is arrested, Agatha thinks the police have the wrong person and starts digging deeper and in the process almost gets killed by a very determined murderer.

Fans of the Agatha Raisin mysteries will understand why they are so addictive but first time readers of this series should note that once they are finished with this novel, the reader will want to immediately obtain the complete backlist. The heroine may be contrary, ornery and raunchy but she takes no guff from anyone. She tries to project an image of a hard woman but inside she is vulnerable and lonely which is why readers care so much about her.

Harriet Klausner