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inclinations…Oh, do not misunderstand me. I am like Jonathan Benson, the very soul of discretion,<br />
and still they found means to mock me.” He stopped pacing and turned to face Davy. “But now it all<br />
is clear. For I am not the son of the great Roland Everlee or even his pale echo, Anthony Weaver.<br />
No, not at all. I stand before you the youngest child of some middling officer who most likely<br />
managed to get himself killed the first day of the mutiny.”<br />
But with this the obvious thought finally dawned and Everlee cocked his head. “My<br />
older sister,” he said. “Why would they take her to the orphanage and not me?”<br />
“She was too old to be passed off as a blood child,” Davy said. “It seems your mother -<br />
pardon me, I mean Mrs. Weaver – had concocted some fiction about being with child before the<br />
mutiny began. She didn’t want to be shipped back to London with the other ladies.”<br />
“A fictional pregnancy? But surely her husband… Or her doctor…”<br />
“Husbands can be hoodwinked and doctors can be bought.”<br />
Everlee grimaced and resumed pacing. “That’s no surprise. Apparently anyone or<br />
anything can be bought in Bombay. So Rose had concocted this story to allow her to stay close to her<br />
lover, Weaver?<br />
Davy nodded, taking note of how quickly “mother” and “father” had become “Rose” and<br />
“Weaver.”<br />
“Apparently,” he said. “Weaver has confessed that they were prepared to announce an<br />
equally false miscarriage in due time.”<br />
“Ah,” said Everlee, his nimble politician’s mind grasping the implications at once. “But<br />
then came the uprising, and Roland’s death, and the unexpected boon of two children. The girl quite<br />
the wrong age but the boy just about perfect to carry their fiction to fruition. For a widow holding the<br />
hero’s child in her arms is an even more pitiable figure, is she not? And the man who steps in swiftly<br />
to marry her and raise that child, even more admirable? I was not kept because I was loved. I was<br />
kept because I was useful. The truth is sometimes a bitter pill to swallow, is it not, Officer Mabrey?”<br />
“Sometimes,” said Davy, but he would have described the truth as being more like one<br />
of the elephants he had seen at the waterfront. A cumbersome thing, which has to be prodded into<br />
motion. But when it finally begins to move, then Davy knew that the unchecked truth could rapidly<br />
become a danger, stumbling through the square and injuring any number of innocent bystanders.<br />
“What became of my sister, Officer Mabrey? Tell me. For you know her story, I can see<br />
it in your face.”<br />
Davy hesitated, genuinely unsure of what to do next. Two souls had made a lasting<br />
impression on his young heart. One was Trevor, with his notebooks and microscopes and<br />
fingerprinting kits and – most of all - his insistence on the truth. The truth at all costs, even when it<br />
was painful and inconvenient. The other was his mum. Davy could see her standing out in their<br />
scrappy little yard, pinning a wet sheet to a sagging clothesline and saying, “Kindness, love. It’s what<br />
matters most in the end.”<br />
Everlee was prepared to accept that his sister was Adelaide, not Leigh Anne. In truth he<br />
and his sister were very much alike - both had risen through their wits and tenacity to the top of the<br />
heap, even if her heap was an orphanage for half-breeds and his heap was Parliament. But instead he<br />
had been quick to assume his sister was a woman who had found herself a total outcast, someone who<br />
had spent her entire life fitting in neither here nor there.<br />
He accepts it, thought Davy, for he too has always felt like an outcast. In this whole<br />
tangle of good and evil, it is Adelaide and Everlee who are somehow a pair.<br />
Davy considered the man before him. He was a thoroughly unpleasant creature on many