"I'm afraid so," Mrs. Bloxby sighed. "It's poor Mr. Henderson, the retired horologist. He’s slumped over his display of grandfather clocks."

"Oh, Agatha," she gasped. "It’s the village 'Antique and Curio' exhibition at the church hall. Sir Charles Fraith found... well, he found more than just a Victorian teapot".

"He was eighty-two, Agatha," Bill said patiently. "But the clocks... they've all been stopped at exactly 10:15. Including the ones he didn't have batteries for."

"Going somewhere, Mr. Vane?" Agatha barked, blocking his path. "Just... securing my own exhibits," he stammered.