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processional. She had abandoned her customary sari for the trip, although whether this decision was<br />
hers or that of Miss Hoffman, no one could say. Nor had Adelaide joined her mentor and teacher in<br />
wearing trousers, but was rather garbed in a shapeless grey dress far too large for her, the most<br />
unattractive and unremarkable of all possible outfits. She sat among the youngest students, looking<br />
like a governess or someone’s spinster aunt, gazing out into the countryside and ignoring the little<br />
girls, who squirmed joyfully about the cart like a litter of puppies.<br />
We read her all wrong, Davy thought. The sari, which seemed such a bizarre choice<br />
the first time we saw her, was not an attempt to make a political statement or spit in the face of the<br />
Raj. For a woman who spends most of her time on the streets – not within the English district, but<br />
in the true heart of Bombay – the sari is an attempt to avoid notice. And here today, among the<br />
members of the Byculla Club who would find a sari so intriguing, she had opted not to wear it at<br />
all. She has instead taken up disguise as a nanny, has swathed herself from head to toe in British<br />
broadcloth. The woman’s goal is singular: to blend in as well as possible anywhere she goes. To<br />
avoid attracting the eye, to be remarkably unremarkable.<br />
She has spent her life in hiding, Davy continued to mull, and I would wager that it<br />
began long before Rose Weaver died. I wonder what the deuce has happened to this Adelaide to<br />
leave her with such a distrust of society. Something, obviously. Something very bad.<br />
***<br />
“You know,” Trevor said to Rayley, struggling not to shout even though the clanking of<br />
the carriage was enough to reduce all conversations to an exercise in lip-reading. “it occurs to me<br />
that our little group may have been unconsciously guilty of the same offenses as those of the Raj.”<br />
“What on earth are you talking about, Welles?”<br />
“Perhaps we have been too quick to dismiss the Indian role in all this, to assume that the<br />
dark skinned men about us are simple creatures with simple motives, a kindly race meant to be patted<br />
on the head like a pack of spaniels.”<br />
“You are being quite obscure. And your example overreaches. I for one have never<br />
patted an Indian like a dog.” Rayley leaned in. “So tell me what you’re going for.”<br />
“We have entertained the idea that the poison was meant for Rose. We have entertained<br />
the idea that the poison was meant for Weaver. But we have never discussed the possibility that the<br />
draught was intended for Pulkit Sang. What if he were not an accidental victim but the true target all<br />
along?”<br />
Rayley paused to chew the notion over. “What could be the motive?”<br />
Trevor shrugged. “Can’t say, but we haven’t come up with a convincing motive for why<br />
someone would kill Rose or Weaver either. Because he was a servant, we have leapt to the<br />
assumption that he had no private life, no history, and ignored the possibility he might have had<br />
enemies of his own. I keep thinking about what that Dr. Tufts fellow told Tom about the English<br />
sharing medications with their household staff. If it were known that Rose, Weaver, and Sang had all<br />
on occasion imbibed a few drops from the laudanum mixture, any of the three could be the intended<br />
victim.”<br />
“Or all three.”<br />
Trevor’s brow puckered. “Why? What offense might they have shared in common?”<br />
Rayley looked at the hill in the distance. The not-so-far distance now and he shivered<br />
as he pondered the sad ruins of what had once been a mighty fortress. The ruins which now held<br />
nothing more than plaques and statues and a well, a well which had thirty-two years ago had been<br />
stacked high with bodies. The bodies of men, women, and children, the dead and the dying, all left to