Agatha Raisin and the Day the Floods Came Quotes

“When confronted with someone who appears to be in a perpetual state of outrage, it is tempting for other people to wind them up. Besides, I have always found the most vociferous guardians of morality on matters of sex are those who aren’t getting any.”
― M.C. Beaton, Agatha Raisin and the Day the Floods Came

“The room into which she led them was sunny and filled with a cosy clutter of books, flowers, chintz-covered furniture and the strains of Max Bruch’s Violin Concerto in G Minor.”
― M.C. Beaton, Agatha Raisin and the Day the Floods Came

“Agatha was silent on the road to Redditch. Her conscience, never usually very active, was beginning to bother her.”
― M.C. Beaton, Agatha Raisin and the Day the Floods Came

“Agatha looked to where a stooped, elderly gentleman was standing in front of one of his photographs. “Who’s he?” “Mr. Parry is the man whose collection of old photographs it is. So sad. I would have thought more people would have been interested.” “Take over from me,” said Agatha. “I’ll have this place full in an hour.”
― M.C. Beaton, Agatha Raisin and the Day the Floods Came

“The Russians have a saying: The fish always rots from the head down. You have a rotten boss and you get rotten staff.”
― M.C. Beaton, Agatha Raisin and the Day the Floods Came

“He bent down and kissed her cheek. Agatha looked up at him in surprise. When he had left, she asked Roy, “Why did he call?” “Just to say hullo. I managed to imply we were having an affair.”
― M.C. Beaton, Agatha Raisin and the Day the Floods Came

“He switched off the computer and went to Agatha’s cottage. Roy answered the door to him. “I’m John Armitage,” he said. “And I’m Roy Silver. Agatha’s getting changed. We’re going out for dinner. Come in.” John followed him into Agatha’s living-room. “Drink?” said Roy. He seemed very much at home. “Whisky, thanks. Agatha said something about phoning you asking for work.” “Oh, is that what she told you?” “Well, yes. What other reason could there be?” Roy gave him a salacious wink. “Oh,” said John, feeling discomfited. What on earth could Agatha see in this weird creature? He took a proffered glass of whisky from Roy. “Thanks. Known Agatha long?”
― M.C. Beaton, Agatha Raisin and the Day the Floods Came