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“What makes you say that?”<br />
“This man, this Henry Seal, who has sent the missive…I get the impression he’s trying to<br />
make a name for himself, that’s all. The report is suspiciously detailed. And yet he dispatched this…<br />
this…what was the fellow’s name? This Morose or Morass or whatever he was to examine the<br />
bodies.”<br />
“It’s Morass, and I doubt Seal was the one who sent him,” Trevor said, drawing the<br />
paper back across the desk. “The double structure of India’s government leads to much overlap of<br />
duties and confusion, so I can only assume Morass and Seal come from different divisions. You have<br />
the Viceroy, of course, who reports to Parliament and as you see by his title, Seal is most likely with<br />
them. And then each geographic region is its own presidency, with its own Governor, and my guess<br />
would be that Morass is from that division. A group of military boys who are undoubtedly in over<br />
their heads but still reluctant to call in the Viceroy’s men. You know, a bit like the local coppers<br />
always resent Scotland Yard when we come crashing about, telling them their business. Only in this<br />
case it’s worse because there is no clear chain of command.”<br />
Rayley raised an eyebrow. “You know all this off the top of your head?”<br />
Trevor chuckled. “I will admit that I’ve spent the best part of the last hour doing a study<br />
of how justice is dispensed in India. And the answer appears to be ‘badly.’ Geraldine is quite right.<br />
Even with his exalted title, there’s no telling what sort of investigation or trial Anthony Weaver can<br />
expect.”<br />
“Do you think she’s really going?”<br />
“If Gerry makes up her mind on something, no one can stop her. Speaking of which,<br />
where’s Tom?”<br />
“Got a bit of blood on him during the examination upstairs,” Rayley said with a shrug.<br />
“Said he was going home for a wash and a change of shirt.”<br />
“And you believed him? You let him go? He’s plotting with his aunt, and there’s no<br />
doubt about it. My guess is both he and Emma will be on that same steamer to Bombay.”<br />
“What if they are, Welles?” Rayley said, leaning back in his chair. “Tom and Emma are<br />
unpaid volunteers. They’re free to do exactly as they please and besides, anyone can see that Miss<br />
Bainbridge should not undertake such a lengthy journey alone.”<br />
“I know what you’re thinking,” Trevor said, “but we can’t ask the Queen to release us<br />
again, not so shortly after Russia. Or Paris, for that matter.”<br />
“Whyever not? We have no pending case.”<br />
“Not at the moment, no.”<br />
“And we went to Russia entirely at her behest. To assist her in a private matter of her<br />
own, as I recall.”<br />
“Nonetheless, I won’t go to Her Majesty yet again asking for leave,” Trevor said<br />
resolutely. “Not so soon. And not for some ridiculous case of marital violence. A man kills his<br />
wife. A tragedy, certainly. But of the most common sort, and hardly one that requires our specialized<br />
skills. No, we shan’t go with Geraldine, no matter how she begs.”<br />
“Has she begged?”<br />
“Not yet,” Trevor admitted. “But she will.”<br />
“I wonder if the Queen has heard of this sad affair,” Rayley mused.<br />
“Why should the Queen concern herself with something like this?”<br />
“Come now, Welles,” Rayley said. “The dead woman, after all, is the widow of a well<br />
known military hero, a man with statues cast in his honor. The accused is a retired Secretary-General,