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Chapter Fifteen<br />
August 30, 1889<br />
8:20 AM<br />
The next morning, Trevor and Davy set off early in a rented carriage to visit the address<br />
that Jonathan Benson had written in his notebook. After a brief ride to the mouth of a narrow street,<br />
they found themselves standing in front of another rooming house quite similar in appearance to the<br />
one Trevor and Rayley had visited the day before. But the landlord of this new establishment assured<br />
them that there was one large difference; he did not let rooms to “transients,” but rather only to<br />
“gentlemen of standing,” by which Trevor could only assume he meant those who were stationed in<br />
India for long stretches of time. The landlord, profoundly unimpressed by their Scotland Yard<br />
credentials, furthermore refused to tell them the name of the man who had let Room 5, much less grant<br />
them access. If it all hadn’t been so thoroughly inconvenient, Trevor would have admired the man’s<br />
staunch defense of his tenants’ privacy. He could only hope his own landlady back in London would<br />
stand half so firm in guarding his own should a similar matter ever arise. Somehow he rather doubted<br />
that she would.<br />
“So where to now, Sir?” Davy asked as they leaned against the building across the<br />
alleyway from the boarding house.<br />
“Let us give it a little longer,” Trevor said, nibbling at a bowl of breakfast rice he had<br />
bought from a vendor on the corner. “The house seems to be astir with men rising and preparing to<br />
leave for their places of employment. The fellow we seek may present himself on this sidewalk soon<br />
enough.”<br />
“But how shall we know which man resides in Room 5?” Davy asked.<br />
“I suppose we shall have to ask every man who leaves the building for his room<br />
number,” Trevor said. “And hope that they are more intimidated by the mention of the words<br />
‘Scotland Yard’ than their landlord proved to be.”<br />
“We could be stuck here all morning, Sir,” Davy said. “Leave me to do it if you will, so<br />
that you can move on to some other task. Is not Detective Abrams setting out to interview the<br />
Secretary-General?”<br />
“Oh, I believe my time is better spent here,” Trevor said. “The waiting is tedious, I<br />
know, but I think it is possible that the man boarding in Room 5 is also the one who tipped Benson off<br />
about the use of poison. Not only had Benson very carefully recorded this address on the same page<br />
as his dosage chart, but the landlord’s remark about ‘gentlemen of standing’ actually gives me some<br />
hope. Whomever we are seeking at this address has evidently lived in India for some time, at least<br />
long enough to have a better understanding of the local flora and fauna than most Europeans. So I<br />
believe we should –“<br />
And just at that moment the front door of the rooming house opened and a man exited.<br />
He was heavy and ponderous of movement but his clothing indicated that he indeed had lived in India<br />
long enough to develop an understanding of what the climate demanded. He wore a light linen suit, a<br />
deep-domed woven hat and, although the day was cloudless, he carried an umbrella in one meaty<br />
hand.<br />
The minute his foot struck the sidewalk he saw them, and he seemed to know at once that<br />
he was caught. He exhaled sharply, a gesture Trevor saw in the rise and fall of his great shoulders,