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“I can only assume that Rose lied yet again to Roland? Told him that the doctors were<br />
wrong and she was now somehow magically with child?”<br />
Weaver nodded. “He came rushing up to me one morning at the Club on a wave of<br />
jubilation. A miracle had occurred, he said. He and Rose were to be parents at last.” He coughed.<br />
“I was appalled, of course. She had never discussed this plan with me. But when I confronted her<br />
about it later, she was all laughter and light. It was her way to make sure she stayed in India, she<br />
said, and she could claim to lose the baby at some point in the future. Miscarriages were common in<br />
women her age, after all, especially in a region with such abysmal health care and unsanitary<br />
conditions.”<br />
“Forgive me,” Geraldine said. “But I am struggling to understand the sequence of<br />
events. You and I became engaged, just as you say, quite by accident. But then you decided that you<br />
liked me, that I was to be somehow the vehicle of your salvation, and Rose became jealous. At the<br />
same time, the threat of mutiny was rising and officers were sending their families back to England in<br />
droves. Rose saw it as the chance to get rid of me. I was packed off to England, while she concocted<br />
a false pregnancy to both give herself an excuse to both remain with you and to keep poor deluded<br />
Roland at bay. If he believed this late-life baby to be his one chance at fatherhood I’m sure he would<br />
not dream of touching her and risking a miscarriage. The story, up to that point, does make a sort of<br />
cruel sense.”<br />
Weaver nodded. “And you told it wonderfully well.”<br />
“But then there really was a child? The faked pregnancy somehow resulted in a real<br />
son?”<br />
Weaver coughed again. “Ah yes, Michael. He was both the complication of some plans,<br />
and the solution to others. Rose thought of it, of course. She was the one who thought of everything.<br />
In the confusion following the mutiny, no one stopped to count the months of a gestation. There were<br />
so many dead and missing and such a complete breakdown of communication all across the<br />
subcontinent. Rose said that if she was not merely a widow, but a widow with a baby, that she would<br />
receive double the pension, and double the sympathy as well.”<br />
“And there would be double the incentive for the two of you to marry quickly. Claiming<br />
responsibility for your fallen comrade’s fatherless boy. Rather touching. But if you were truly<br />
already beginning to have doubts about Rose…why did you play into her fiction?”<br />
Weaver looked at her, his blue eyes misty with memory. “Cawnpore changed everything,<br />
Geraldine. Changed us all. There were events that – Your Detective Abrams? I trust he told you<br />
everything?”<br />
“He said that you had spent a lifetime sickened with regret that you could only save two<br />
of the children while the rest were left to perish with their mother and Roland.”<br />
“That is what he said?” Weaver gave a shaky exhalation. “He is a good man, your<br />
Jewish detective.”<br />
“The finest I have ever known,” Geraldine said. “Well, one of the two finest. You<br />
needn’t look at me like that. You aren’t the other.”<br />
“I daresay I am not.”<br />
“Is this the end of your story?”<br />
“Not quite.” Weaver took yet another sip of tea. “As I said, the confusion following the<br />
mutiny played into our hands. No one asked precisely when the child was born and if Michael was a<br />
bit too sizable a baby to have been the result of Rose’s feigned pregnancy, this trivial fact did not<br />
merit much mention in those dark days, when not even the Viceroy could hazard a guess of how many