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cup with laudanum powder and a dropper lay out on a tray in the kitchen all through the afternoon and<br />
night, providing ample opportunity for anyone within the household to add anything they chose. And<br />
in the morning, hot water was poured over the powder, as indeed must have happened every day.<br />
Rose was evidently the one who used the dropper, to put as much of the mixture as she required in her<br />
morning cup of tea. She dosed herself, to put it another way.”<br />
Emma nodded and turned back to Sang. “What would happen to the cup with the<br />
laudanum mixture after Mrs. Weaver had her breakfast? Who would wash the cup?”<br />
Felix said something to the cook who said something to the maid. The maid said<br />
something to the cook who turned and repeated it to Felix. Emma waited.<br />
“The cup would sit unwashed on its tray until nurse come back,” Felix said. “Only nurse<br />
touch cup.”<br />
“But Adelaide’s fingerprints were the only ones not on the drawer knob,” Geraldine<br />
said. “If they are telling us the truth it would seem hers would have been the only ones we found<br />
there.”<br />
“Unless she wore gloves,” Emma mused. “But would she be that clever? Fingerprinting<br />
is scarcely known in Europe and Tom said even the ranking officers were hesitant to try the technique<br />
here.” She turned back to Felix. “Ask them if, at times, the Secretary-General and Sang would take a<br />
dropperful of the laudanum as well.”<br />
But this time the chain of translation was unnecessary.<br />
“Lady take in morning,” Felix said with confidence, not bothering to confirm this<br />
information with the women. “Then Uncle in kitchen when he had his breakfast. Just a “- and here he<br />
made the pinching motion which Emma was coming to understand was the new symbol for murder –<br />
“and then cup sit until Sahib Weaver come home. He take also, if he please, and then nurse wash cup<br />
when she come in afternoon.”<br />
Emma sank back uncertainly against the table while the nurse and cook stood watching<br />
her with wide solemn eyes. “But it would seem this flies in the face of Trevor’s theory,” she said to<br />
Geraldine. “The theory we’ve all been working under, at least unofficially, for the last two days. For<br />
if the killer knew that Anthony Weaver was customarily the last one to partake of the laudanum, he<br />
was likely not the target.”<br />
***<br />
The Khajuraho Temple<br />
3:50 PM<br />
“Come in, my dear,” Miss Hoffman said. “There is no one here to frighten you.”<br />
Adelaide slowly made her way into the kitchen of the schoolhouse. It was a makeshift<br />
affair to be sure, for Hindu temples customarily do not have kitchens. In fact, the entire operation of<br />
the school was a tribute to one woman’s unfailing ability to improvise, for Leigh Anne Hoffman had<br />
created a dormitory fit for a group of young girls from a high-ceilinged prayer room and classrooms<br />
from porches. This kitchen had once been a storage shed and the working vegetable garden beyond it<br />
had been full of statuary. After being assured by a visiting Cambridge professor that the art within the<br />
courtyard was mundane, Leigh Anne had used a rope and her own body weight to topple the Hindu<br />
deities, one by one. The concrete bases where they once had stood surveying their realm still existed<br />
among the neat rows of peas, potatoes, beets, and carrots. The girls now perched on them to water<br />
the garden, keeping their feet from the mud and looking like small goddesses themselves.<br />
“Come in,” Miss Hoffman repeated. “Take up a knife, will you, dear? And start on the