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who read quickly, then shook his head.<br />
“Or this rather painstakingly drawn chart,” Rayley continued. “The numbers make little<br />
sense to us, but they most likely relate to the idea of poison. Dosages? It appears that someone trying<br />
to figure out how to give enough of the serum of a certain plant to stop the heart, but not to stop it<br />
immediately. Death on a certain timetable…was that what our killer was attempting to orchestrate?”<br />
Everlee blinked but said nothing. Rayley persisted. “Do you have any idea why he<br />
would write the word ‘laudanum’ with a question mark to follow?”<br />
Now Everlee turned away, feigning a sudden interest in an indifferent landscape hung on<br />
a wall. “Benson,” he said after a moment’s pause, “had promised me the utmost in discretion. It even<br />
said as much on his business card. ‘Discretion is the better part of valor,’ it said, right there on the<br />
card.”<br />
“And you shall have the same level of discretion from us,” Rayley said, “as long as the<br />
facts in question do not relate to the murder. I take it your mother was….ill?”<br />
“Yes, ill,” Everlee said, turning back toward him. “She suffered from a nervous<br />
affliction which required relief at the dawning of day…and sometimes in the evening as well.”<br />
Trevor was glad that Rayley was handling the questioning. Not only was he better at this<br />
sort of indirect and gentle grilling – even using restraint with a man who had so grievously insulted<br />
him the very night before – but Trevor was not sure he could have kept the skepticism from his face.<br />
Rose Weaver was imbibing laudanum both morning and night? If that were true, the real mystery was<br />
how the woman could remain on her feet. Trevor had once taken a small dosage of the opiate from a<br />
well-meaning dentist and had not only lost an entire afternoon, but had found himself in serious<br />
discussion with a houseplant.<br />
She must have had a full addiction, he thought. To have ingested laudanum on such a<br />
steady basis and still have been able to socially function.<br />
“And this was the medication she took every morning?” Rayley said. “As everyone in<br />
the household was doubtlessly aware?”<br />
"His chart….”<br />
“Yes, the chart,” Rayley said, handing Everlee the notebook again. “Can you make heads<br />
or tails of these columns of numbers?”<br />
“I cannot say for sure…”<br />
“I realize that. Tell me what you think.”<br />
“I received a letter from my mother before I left England,” Everlee blurted in a sudden<br />
rush of words. “It arrived on the same day I got notice of her death, which made it all the more<br />
poignant to read, as I trust you gentlemen can imagine. In it she mentioned, somewhat in passing, that<br />
one of her songbirds had been found dead in its cage the day before. She kept two of them, you see. I<br />
showed the letter to Benson, of course, it being the last missive I would receive from her, and he<br />
seemed to feel it was significant. Thought perhaps that whoever wanted to poison Mother might have<br />
practiced on the little bird. And then we found the dropper…”<br />
“The dropper?” Trevor broke in. “Where?”<br />
Everlee began to pace. “It was against police orders…”<br />
“God’s nightgown, man,” said Trevor. “We aren’t going to charge you with illegal<br />
entrance into your boyhood home. You surely know these are not the sort of sins we’ve come to India<br />
to prosecute, so please – put your pride or caution or whatever is troubling you aside, and tell us<br />
whatever you know.”<br />
“We went to the house the day we arrived in Bombay,” Everlee said in another rush of