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Trevor could think of nothing to say to any of this, which was just as well, since the<br />
Queen continued. “So I am quite aware of your friendship with Miss Bainbridge, a woman I met<br />
years ago. I gather that she also made acquaintance with Anthony Weaver in her girlhood?”<br />
At least she had dropped the “we,” and, in fact, was looking at him with sympathetic<br />
interest, but Trevor was unsure of how much of Geraldine’s story he should share with the Queen.<br />
“Not exactly girlhood,” he said, aware that he was avoiding the key issue. “Miss<br />
Bainbridge was thirty-five.”<br />
“And this strikes you as an age too advanced for romantic intrigue? How old are you,<br />
Detective?”<br />
“Thirty-four,” he admitted.<br />
“Then you must hurry. The clock is surely about to strike.”<br />
Was she making a joke? Trevor had never known the Queen to joke.<br />
“Geraldine traveled to India in 1856, the year before Roland Everlee’s death,” he finally<br />
said. When in doubt, best to stick to the barest of facts. “Rose Everlee was her chaperone for the<br />
voyage and introduced her to Anthony Weaver on the ship, during the weeks that they were in transit<br />
between London and Bombay.”<br />
It was an incomplete explanation, to be sure, but the Queen seemed to grasp the<br />
implications behind his words at once. She nodded briskly and reached for a paper on the table<br />
beside her. It bore a grand blob of maroon-colored sealing wax on the back, a detail which struck<br />
Trevor as odd.<br />
“It is quite fascinating how matters sometimes converge,” she said. “For I received just<br />
this morning a letter from Michael Everlee on this same subject. Do you know the man?”<br />
“Only by reputation,” Trevor said.<br />
“Indeed,” said the Queen. “Cambridge educated, the young hero of the Conservative<br />
Party and thus a rising figure in the House of Commons. Or so they tell me.” Peering down, she read<br />
aloud:<br />
Your Majesty:<br />
I turn to you in humble request. My stepfather, the retired Secretary-General Anthony Weaver,<br />
has been unjustly arrested for the murder of my mother, Rose Everlee Weaver. Your majesty knows<br />
the details of my true father’s death. Mr. Weaver married my mother shortly after my birth, and he<br />
is the only man I have ever known as a father. A finer or more honorable man could not be found<br />
and thus I know he could not be guilty of such a crime.<br />
I am traveling to India at once and shall be in route to Bombay by the time you read this. I am<br />
humbly writing to ask that you encourage the local authorities to welcome my intrusion into this<br />
matter and to assist me as I endeavor to prove my stepfather’s innocence.<br />
With deepest humility,<br />
Michael Everlee<br />
The Queen folded the letter. “What do you make of that?”<br />
Trevor's first thought was that any man who claimed to be humble three times in a row<br />
was probably anything but, and that nothing in the graceless phrasing of the letter suggested that the<br />
author was a Cambridge man, much less a rising star in political circles. But presumably the poor<br />
chap was in shock over recent events and, just as he said, rushing to pack and travel. So instead of<br />
critiquing the tone of the writing, Trevor took a different tack.