inspiration - chapter 4

Chapter 4

Agatha Christie wasn't halfway up or halfway down an escalator in Woolworths. She wasn't even in Woolworths. Not that she didn't like Woolworths, she often shopped there. She was especially partial to their two for the price of one offer on Mint Poppets. She couldn't abide the toffee ones though, her teeth weren't what they used to be. Still, that's what came of being over one thousand years old and having been born well before toothbrushes were invented.

As she sat soaking up the sun in the well appointed garden shed in Hampsted where she lived, she was startled by her telephone ringing. It was Arthur, her friend from the Telegraph who kept her up to date on the latest news.

"Hi Agatha", he said, "heard the latest news?"

"You mean the government's new initiative on crime?" She asked.

"No," replied Arthur, "the sudden disappearance of all the advertising executives in Islington".

Stunned, Agatha let the phone drop. The sudden disappearance of all the advertising executives in Islington could only mean one thing: that all the advertising executives in Islington had suddenly disappeared. Pausing only to grab her helmet and her A to Z, Agatha jumped on her green scooter and headed for Islington. Sure enough, a quick scan of the witterometer led her to the back garden of "Dunadvertising", where she was just in time to knock out a little green man with a water pistol as he materialised on the lawn.










"Are you still there?", said Arthur.