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road.
    ‘It’s a Chinese restaurant,’ said Agatha. ‘The Evesham Diner. Pretty good.’
    ‘I don’t care if it’s pretty good. What kind of barbarians are there in this town not to preserve that lovely building properly? Look, here’s a newsagent’s.
I’m going to buy a guidebook.’
    Agatha sighed. The sun was beating down and the humidity had made her make-up melt.
    Charles emerged with a small guidebook. ‘Here we are. Dresden House. Built in 1692 – see, I was right about William and Mary – by a Worcester man, Robert Cookes.’
    ‘Why Dresden?’
    ‘Ah, one owner of the house, Dr William Baylies, ran into financial trouble and went to live in Dresden, becoming physician to Frederick the Great of Prussia.’
    ‘Never mind history. Here’s the hairdresser. Oh, rats!’
    ‘What rats?’
    ‘I forgot, it’s Wednesday. Half day. They’re closed and I was all geared up with my story.’
    ‘Come on, Aggie, you can’t have been. Were you meaning to go in and make an appointment and then say, “Oh, by the way, James is coming home and I’m having an affair with
Charles here”?’
    ‘I only meant I was all geared up to ask him out for dinner.’
    ‘We’ll trot about. Isn’t there an abbey? What does the guidebook say? Ah, there was an abbey built in 700 AD but Henry the Eighth got rid of it. There’s a museum in the
old Almonry.’
    ‘You’re as bad as the hairdresser,’ grumbled Agatha. ‘I got a whole lecture on Simon de Montfort.’
    ‘Then seduce him with your superior knowledge.’
    The Almonry, where the almoner, the medical-social worker of his day, helped the less fortunate of the town, is a rambling fourteenth-century building.
    Agatha and Charles went in. Agatha paid the entrance fee, for Charles took so long finding any money – deliberately, Agatha thought. Evesham is twinned with Dreux in France, where Simon de
Montfort was born. They studied the charter proclaiming that fact. ‘Heard about Stow-in-the-Wold?’ asked Charles.
    ‘No, what?’
    ‘Some nice little town on the Loire wanted to be twinned with Stow, so the parish council put the vote to the townspeople and got a resounding NO.’
    ‘Why?’
    ‘Didn’t want anything to do with the French. Can you believe it? They must still be fighting the battle of Waterloo over there.’
    ‘So who did they decide to twin with?’
    ‘Nobody. They’re going to have a drinking fountain instead. I say, look at this map of the world, Aggie – 1392, can you believe it?’
    Agatha sighed. The heat was suffocating and she longed for a cigarette.
    ‘Evesham is also twinned with Melsungen in Germany and Evesham, New Jersey.’
    ‘Yawn,’ said Agatha. ‘Can’t I go and sit in the garden and wait for you?’
    ‘No, there’s more upstairs. Come on.’
    Agatha found herself becoming fascinated with two examples of Victorian dress. Usually in museums the ladies’ shoes were tiny, but these Evesham ladies had great big feet.
    They moved on. Agatha became uneasy as she saw household items she remembered from her youth.
    She was relieved when the tour was over. But then Charles wanted to see the two churches, St Lawrence and All Saints. She fretted behind him wondering how such a frivolous man could become so
excited over the sight of a Norman arch. Then they walked through the dark arch of the old Bell Tower, built between 1529 and 1539, chattered Charles, and so across the grass and down towards the
river Avon. Just before the river was a paddling pool shrill with the cries of children. ‘That’s where the monks used to fish,’ said Charles.
    ‘Let’s sit down for a moment,’ said Agatha wearily.
    They sat down together on a bench. It was a lazy, sunny scene. A band was churning out selections from My Fair Lady . Families sprawled on the grass. It looked so safe, so English, so far
from the violence of the inner cities. Agatha relaxed. Evesham had a laid-back charm.
    ‘Let’s take a boat,’ said Charles.
    ‘Are you