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although they were standing too far away from the man to hear the sound.<br />
And then, with resignation, Hubert Morass turned to them and tipped his hat.<br />
***<br />
The Byculla Club<br />
8:55 AM<br />
“Good God,” said Tom, removing his jacket and attempting to shake off some of the<br />
water before handing it to the Byculla Club majordomo. “I have spent a lifetime in England and never<br />
felt rain like that.”<br />
“Late summer brings the monsoons,” said a man who had arrived at the door at about the<br />
same time as Tom. “Torrential rain coming without warning, a cloudless sky turning dark within<br />
minutes.”<br />
“How did you know to bring an umbrella?” Tom said, accepting a towel from the<br />
majordomo, who appeared to be equally prepared to handle murder, monsoons, and the unexpected<br />
arrival of Jews.<br />
The man smiled. “After living in Bombay for a while you begin to smell when the rains<br />
are coming.”<br />
“Perhaps you can help me,” Tom said. He started to introduce himself but then thought<br />
the better of it. Announcing you were on police business was a double-edged sword, as he had<br />
learned over the past year. It made some people chatter nervously and others clam up entirely. “I<br />
understand the older men of the Club meet here to breakfast in the morning? I am seeking a doctor.”<br />
“You are ill?” said the man, as Tom mopped the rainwater from his face and patted his<br />
hair, then returned the towel to the majordomo.<br />
“I come on behalf of my aunt,” Tom said, improvising quickly. “My elderly aunt. The<br />
long voyage from England has not agreed with her.”<br />
“Then you are looking for Dr. Tuft,” the man said, pointing through a set of double<br />
doors. “The retired gentlemen generally sit on the terrace but this morning, the rain has undoubtedly<br />
driven them all into the library. You will know him because he has a tuft of hair on his head, which is<br />
quite the little joke, although the good doctor is the only one who does not seem to be in on it.”<br />
“Thank you,” said Tom. The man nodded and departed in the other direction leaving<br />
Tom standing uncertainly in the foyer, wondering if it were better form to put on a wet jacket or to<br />
enter the library in shirtsleeves. As if reading his mind, the majordomo very pointedly held out his<br />
wet jacket.<br />
Of course, thought Tom, wincing with discomfort as he pulled it on. Tradition trumps<br />
practicality, form matters far more than function. Welcome to India.<br />
***<br />
The Tucker House<br />
9:20 AM<br />
“I do not feel entirely comfortable with any of this,” Geraldine said to Emma. “The two<br />
of us should not be conducting interviews without Trevor’s permission.”<br />
“If he sent us to interrogate the cook and maid once, I hardly see why he should object if<br />
we choose to interview them a second time,” Emma said reasonably. “Besides, you are acting as if I<br />
am sneaking about behind him, while in truth I did not concoct this plan until well after he had left this<br />
morning with Davy. Think of it, Geraldine. It is obvious that our earlier interview, the one