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her bank draft be returned.<br />
Hardly anyone ever says no to Gerry, Emma thought. She is unaccustomed to the<br />
experience of having her requests denied or being treated with such cheerful and persistent<br />
rudeness. At least Davy and I, with our working class roots, are better equipped to deal with the<br />
Miss Hoffmans of the world.<br />
“Very well,” Davy said, with the equanimity of a man who indeed had met many Leigh<br />
Anne Hoffmans in his lifetime, and was sure to meet many more. “Then you must expect me to return<br />
this evening when we can only assume Adelaide will come dragging back to food and cot and I can<br />
fingerprint and question her then. She speaks English, so we shall not have to bother you to sit in on<br />
that interview, which I’m sure will be a great relief to everyone.”<br />
Sharp fellow, Emma thought, with a small smile of her own. In refusing to summon<br />
Adelaide now – for Emma was all but certain the woman was somewhere within the schoolhouse –<br />
Miss Hoffman had also forfeited her right to be present when Adelaide was questioned.<br />
“And now on to our final question,” Davy continued calmly. His apprenticeship to<br />
Trevor had taught him that to gloat over an advantage during an interview was to risk nullifying it and<br />
besides, there was no reason to humiliate Miss Hoffman. He suspected they would need her services<br />
yet again before this business was complete. “Will you please ask these ladies to sequence what<br />
happened within the household after Mrs. Weaver and Sang left for the Club?”<br />
The answers to this inquiry yielded nothing of note beyond a confirmation of what<br />
Anthony Weaver had earlier told Trevor. Felix had taken the Secretary-General to the Byculla and<br />
then returned to wait for the departure of Mrs. Weaver and Sang. After they too rolled off in the<br />
general direction of the Club, the maid and cook had cleaned the remainder of the house, including the<br />
kitchen.<br />
Yes, nothing new to note and yet it was during all this tedious back and forth that Emma<br />
once again heard the same phrase being repeated over and over. Miss Hoffman would spew out a<br />
series of syllables – one could only hope she was honestly asking Davy’s question – which was<br />
invariably answered by the women as with something that sounded like “thick high.” Sometimes they<br />
said a few words more, and sometimes not<br />
This “thick high” Emma thought. What does it mean?<br />
“And so may I assume that we are at last finished?” Miss Hoffman said, when the final<br />
question had been asked and answered. “I do not wish to limit my service to you, but it is time to<br />
begin thinking of what I shall prepare for dinner. Would you care to stay? I am making one of my<br />
curries and I flatter myself that, despite my English heritage, a lifetime in Bombay has somewhat<br />
given me the knack.”<br />
“Thank you, but we must be going,” said Geraldine. “You have been an angel of<br />
patience but we have kept you from your many duties far too long.”<br />
Gerry is up to something, Emma thought. Otherwise she would not be so civil to<br />
someone who is oh-so-clearly playing us for a pack of fools.<br />
“Oh, but one other thing - last night at the Byculla Club,” Geraldine continued, her voice<br />
dripping with honey, “all the members were talking of a picnic planned for Friday. I believe that is<br />
the day after tomorrow, is it not? Of course it is. One gets so confused about dates when on holiday.<br />
But, as I was saying… a group is going out to admire the latest additions to the glorious Cawnpore<br />
memorial. You know, the new plaques and that sort of thing. It should be a gay little trip.”<br />
A gay little trip? Emma thought, looking at Davy, who seemed equally unsure of where<br />
Gerry was going with all this. A gay little trip to the site of a slaughter?