"The Agatha Raisin books are light and fluffy like a Mary Berry sponge..."
Persuaded by Mrs Bloxby, the vicar's wife, Agatha Raisin once again finds herself dragged in to doing something 'worthwhile'. This time it is the local pantomime which appears to be an excruciating mish-mash of every pantomime ever written. Finally the curtain goes down but Bert the baker who played the ogre doesn't take the curtain call. It soon comes to light that when Bert made his exit down the stage trapdoor he met with a very grisly end indeed. As per usual Agatha is soon on the case and sniffing suspects like a bloodhound.
However, results are slow to obtain and it is many months and a number of deaths later that Agatha finds herself (as usual) in the firing line and the object of a mass murderer's rage. Has she found her match and will this be the time she finally gets the chop?