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with a distinguished record of his own. If our sojourn to St. Petersburg has taught us anything, it’s that<br />
Her Majesty takes a dim view of any crimes which involve servants of the Crown.”<br />
“It’s a domestic affair,” Trevor repeated, his face flushed. “The murder may have<br />
involved more celebrated people in a more exotic setting, but I assure you that the Weaver case is at<br />
heart no more compelling than the story of that baker’s wife who lies bloody and bludgeoned above<br />
us. Our duty is to the Queen and the citizens of London. Weighed against that, the fact that Gerry knew<br />
this man a lifetime ago counts for nothing.”<br />
“And yet,” Rayley said, gazing innocently up toward the water-stained ceiling, “for some<br />
reason you have spent the last hour reading up on the legal system of the Bombay Presidency.”<br />
***<br />
Windsor Castle<br />
3:30 PM<br />
“Of course we are familiar with the Weaver case,” the Queen said.<br />
So she is back to the royal “we,” Trevor noted with bemusement. During their recent<br />
trip to Russia he and the other members of the team had traveled in close congress with the Queen and<br />
her granddaughter - so close, in fact, that on more than one occasion they had stood witness to the<br />
most un-royal sort of family rows. But if he had thought that such a sustained period of enforced<br />
intimacy was to alter the nature of his working relationship with Her Majesty, it was evidently not to<br />
be the case. Victoria seemed capable of passing through levels of formality as easily as she walked<br />
through the rooms of Windsor Castle. The Queen had granted his request for an audience with a<br />
promptness which suggested she had not forgotten his services to her family during the Russian caper,<br />
but now that he was seated in her private office, her infamous hauteur had returned.<br />
“The sacrifices made by Roland Everlee,” the Queen continued, “earned him the highest<br />
honors that the Crown can bestow. Posthumously awarded, of course, but he is still regarded far and<br />
wide as the very example of British honor. And thus the murder of his widow, even so many years<br />
after the fact, would most naturally be brought to our attention.”<br />
Victoria shifted in her seat. Short and plump, she never seemed wholly on balance atop<br />
her enormous chairs, and more than once Trevor had indulged the whimsical notion that the Queen<br />
might actually tumble from her padded cushions and roll across the floor. Now she looked<br />
impassively at Trevor and added, “Perhaps the better question is, why has a Scotland Yard detective<br />
taken interest in such a matter? Are the streets of London so silent that you must search halfway<br />
across the globe to find a forensic challenge?”<br />
She had them there.<br />
“A friend brought the case to my attention,” Trevor admitted. “She is connected to both<br />
the victim and the accused. Or at least she was connected to them long ago.”<br />
“We presume you refer to Geraldine Bainbridge?”<br />
Trevor looked at the Queen with surprise.<br />
“You came before me last year with this ill-formed notion of a forensics unit,” she said.<br />
“Requesting funds for a science that my advisors assured me was hardly a science at all… and yet I<br />
personally financed you. Since that date your unit has provided service beyond reproach, proving that<br />
my support of your work was not in vain. But do you imagine I would have invested so much in an<br />
ordinary detective named Trevor Welles without a bit of intelligence of my own? I would venture I<br />
know as much about you as your own mother does. Your mother who, if memory serves, is named<br />
Edith and resides in Shropshire. A lovely piece of country, albeit a bit remote.”