She ordered an orange fig scone, jam, black tea, clotted cream. While waiting, she perused the writing she brought.
“What do you fancy?” she asked upon her guest’s arrival.
They delved into the day’s gossip.
“Murder at Stonygates?” asked Jane, picking caraway seeds off her plate.
“Place run by resident juvenile delinquents,” stated Agatha. “Lewis, a suspect?”
Next rendezvous, she’d invite Hercule for chamomile tisane. To learn of his pursuits after travelling the Orient Express.
Teatime over. Agatha left with ‘They did it with Mirrors’ in the making, at her side.