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“Monitoring medication is a rather grand term,” Miss Hoffman replied, with only the<br />
slightest flush of discomfort. “But Adelaide can certainly manage to take spoon out a powder from a<br />
bottle and place it in a cup.”<br />
“So could a maid or a cook,” Geraldine said.<br />
“As I believe I adequately explained this morning,” Miss Hoffman said evenly, “the<br />
households of the Raj are often built more on ceremony than practicality. Of course any one could<br />
place the medication on the tray. It is even possible that Mrs. Weaver, horror of all horrors, might<br />
open her own bottle and spoon out her own powder. But I believe a couple like the Weavers who sit,<br />
stand, and lie on ceremony, would prefer the notion that the household nurse, no matter how badly<br />
trained she might be, performed this task.”<br />
“We need to talk to Adelaide,” Davy said. “Where is she?”<br />
Miss Hoffman pretended to look about. “I cannot say.”<br />
“No one ever seems to quite know where Adelaide is,” Emma said. “She did not return<br />
for luncheon or even for tea?”<br />
“Adelaide is a mercurial creature,” Miss Hoffman answered, “and I place no restraints<br />
on her. But I assure you this afternoon, just as I tried to assure you this morning, talking to her will<br />
not yield the bounty of information that you seem to expect. Adelaide’s limitations, her….profound<br />
disinterest in the events of the world around her….they all assure that, even though she may have been<br />
the one to put the medicine in the cup and then on the tray, she knew nothing about what sort of<br />
medication it was or even when Mrs. Weaver would ultimately swallow the draught. The preparation<br />
was simply one of her routine tasks.”<br />
“Adelaide has returned to the Weaver household at least twice,” Davy said. “I know, for<br />
I have seen her there twice myself.”<br />
“Do not waste too much time reading anything into that, Detective,” Miss Hoffman said<br />
with an airy wave of her hand. “Are you even a Detective? You seem so young. But to answer your<br />
question, I am not sure Adelaide fully grasps that the household has changed and her services are no<br />
longer needed.”<br />
“I am an officer and not a detective,” Davy said evenly. “Might Adelaide feel<br />
compelled to return to that she might feed a pet bird?”<br />
A small hesitation on the part of Miss Hoffman. “She might. Now, is there anything else<br />
you would like to ask these good women, or might we all return to the responsibilities of our day?”<br />
It was an earnest attempt to change the subject, but it did not work.<br />
“Might you send one of your students to look for Adelaide now?” Davy said, carrying on<br />
precisely as if the woman had not spoken. “I would like to ask her some questions regarding Mrs.<br />
Weaver’s medication and she must be fingerprinted as well.”<br />
“No, I shall not,” said Miss Hoffman. “I can hardly unleash a group of young girls on the<br />
harsh streets of Bombay in a pointless search for a woman who is both frightened and skilled at<br />
hiding. In fact, Adelaide has the ability to make herself all but invisible when she wishes. It is an<br />
almost animalistic skill, one I sometimes envy. I assure you that Adelaide will resurface only when<br />
she is ready, and not a moment before.”<br />
“So you see her rather like a dog,” Emma said. “She will come along home when she<br />
gets hungry, is that your point?”<br />
Miss Hoffman did not answer, but merely smiled. Despite the affectations of the hand<br />
flapping, she was by far the most composed member of the circle. Geraldine was in a state of such<br />
agitation that Emma was afraid she would make herself ill in the heat or, at the very least, demand that