I was just rambling through the doings of Agatha and Carsely around about page 75, and enjoying them as always, when I suddenly realised that no murder had up to that point been committed - an attempted shooting okay, but no actual murder. Then page 78, 'And on that bed lay a man, face-down.' Of course it was the first murder!
Thereafter Agatha trots off to Paris, gets involved with the French gendarmerie, is flown back to England and then her investigations, as is often the case, rub the local constabulary up the wrong way as she gets into one scrape after another.
The usual cat and mouse hunting continues and in the end it is Agatha, despite her disasters along the way, again as is often the case, who comes up trumps. But her friend police officer Bill wong does say, 'You've had all the luck of the amateur.' However, undaunted Agatha, having establihsed her own detective agency, replies, 'I am a professional now.' Long may she continue to be and long may she continue to track down perpetrators of crime, despite the attempts of officialdom to warn her off.