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not some random curry was the vehicle of the poison. It is admittedly strange that one drawer in a<br />
kitchen should be utterly empty.”<br />
“We can ask her, but we dare not trust her answer,” Emma said. “I feel like Davy,<br />
jumping ahead in the order to make my report, but I noticed today that when Davy was asking the<br />
questions and Miss Hoffman was translating, that the cook and the maid always began their answers<br />
with the same two syllables. Something that sounded like the English words ‘thick high.’”<br />
“Do you have any idea what this means?” Trevor asked.<br />
“Yes, for I asked one of the schoolgirls. Your pretty Catherine, in fact. The words mean<br />
something along the lines of ‘As you say’ or even ‘Amen.’”<br />
“So Miss Hoffman was nudging the cook and housekeeper toward certain answers,”<br />
Rayley said thoughtfully.<br />
“Interesting, but perhaps not as damning as it sounds,” Trevor said. “It is very hard to<br />
ask questions with utter impartiality, as we all know through our own experience. One of the key<br />
things the Yard teaches trainees is how to avoid our natural human tendency to lead the witness. Miss<br />
Hoffman has no such training and may have been phrasing her questions badly through sheer<br />
inexperience.”<br />
“You need not always be so quick to defend her,” Emma said.<br />
“I am not defending her, I assure you,” Trevor said, looking at Emma directly. “She is a<br />
complex creature, and I find her likeable one moment and disagreeable the next. In that sense, she is<br />
much like the accused, Anthony Weaver, who seemed to also have a strange split in his manner. Calm<br />
and rational one moment, then swept up with agitation.”<br />
“Just as a man in an enforced state of opium withdrawal might be expected to behave,”<br />
Tom said smugly.<br />
“Wash the devil and hang him to dry,” Trevor said. “I suppose it is incumbent upon me<br />
to concede the point. I shall interview Weaver again on the morrow, or perhaps you’d like to give it a<br />
crack this time, Rayley. And Emma, are you suggesting that we need to interview the cook and the<br />
maid yet again? Do you believe Miss Hoffman misled them to any significant degree?”<br />
“Obviously it is hard to say,” Emma replied, and then added. “But she and I had an<br />
interesting encounter later in the garden. She did not know that Pulkit Sang was dead, and the<br />
information seemed to sadden her. Genuinely sadden her, I mean, far beyond the automatic statement<br />
of regret when you learn someone has died. She said she had met him when she first took Adelaide to<br />
the Weaver home and that Sang had treated them with great courtesy. Something that I gather has been<br />
a rare experience for both women.”<br />
“We shall see Miss Hoffman again soon enough,” said Geraldine. “And Adelaide as<br />
well. I have persuaded them to join us at the Byculla Club picnic which is scheduled for Friday.”<br />
“Picnic?” Trevor said. “A chance to observe the complicated citizenry of the Byculla<br />
Club is always welcome, and this might be our one crack at Adelaide and her fingerprints. But I am<br />
not sure we all have time for a picnic. You go, Geraldine, and you too Emma and of course Davy.<br />
You can report back to us if – “<br />
“But I think we should all come,” Geraldine said. “This is no ladies’ outing to the berry<br />
fields, Trevor. They are going to Cawnpore. A new piece of the memorial is being dedicated. A<br />
plaque commemorating the exploits of Roland Everlee and the very subject was mentioned at dinner<br />
last night, do you remember? They keep talking about how marvelous the memorial will be upon<br />
completion, although at the rate things move in Bombay I doubt any among us will live to see it. In the<br />
meantime, they seem to be quite content to affix plaques to heaps of rubble and mutter at how this