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“That seems a rather broad statement,” Trevor said.<br />
“But accurate,” said Seal. “To start, there is a code of honor among Indian servants<br />
which demands the guarding of the master’s secrets. Secondly, Inspector Morass is quite right about<br />
the degree of mistrust which lies between the natives and the Raj. The local people are not eager to<br />
share their thoughts with any white man in uniform, I assure you.”<br />
“Which shall make our interviews all the more difficult,” Trevor conceded.<br />
“Nonetheless, we shall give it a fresh crack. Where are these servants, anyway? Please do not tell<br />
me they remain in the house.”<br />
“Of course not,” said Seal, bristling slightly. “The house is shut tight and preserved as a<br />
crime scene. The servants have returned to their own people. A type of holiday, I suppose, made all<br />
the sweeter for them by the fact that Secretary-General Weaver has declared he shall continue to pay<br />
their full wages until this matter is resolved.”<br />
There was a pause in which Trevor and Rayley exchanged a glance. A small fact, but<br />
possibly pertinent. Weaver could simply be showing a sense of responsibility toward his employees,<br />
making sure they were housed and fed during his time awaiting trial. Or he could just as easily be<br />
buying their loyalty – and continued silence - from his prison cell.<br />
“We shall interview the Secretary-General of course,” said Trevor. “And sooner rather<br />
than later. You can reconvene these servants, I should hope? You took their addresses?”<br />
Morass gave a low bark of laughter. “These people don’t have addresses,” he said. “If<br />
you could see the local district, you’d know soon enough –“ But here Trevor’s expression barricaded<br />
this line of thought and he hesitated. “We can reconvene them if need be,” he finished meekly.<br />
“Good,” Trevor said. “See that you do. One can hardly blame the locals for avoiding<br />
the Raj police. But none of us are in uniform, so perhaps we shall fare better in persuading them to<br />
talk.”<br />
“Unlikely,” Morass said. “All whites look dead alike to them.”<br />
Gad, what an unpleasant man, Rayley thought. As coarse as a feedbag and the other<br />
one, the one who works for the Viceroy… Well, he has a better suit, and better teeth, and better<br />
manners, but I wager that at the core Seal is no more enlightened than Morass. Rayley could only<br />
imagine the delicacy with which these two had conducted their initial interviews. They reminded him<br />
of a man he had met on the Fortitude, a merchant of some sort who’d been sharing a nearby lounge as<br />
they had all congregated on the sporting deck, watching young Davy triumph in shuffleboard. What<br />
was it that man had said?<br />
We haven’t come to India to make friends. We are here to rule.<br />
And this was the attitude, no doubt, of the vast majority of the people they would have to<br />
deal with in the course of this investigation. Be they military officers, civil servants, or<br />
businessmen…all the British on the ship had seemed to have the same self-satisfied air. The<br />
assurance that might was right, that India was a barbaric land and should be grateful that England had<br />
stooped to save her from herself. Perhaps it was not surprising that the Raj had bred a brotherhood of<br />
such bullies, for judging from the handful Rayley had met so far, it seemed that men who would have<br />
only risen to a modest rank in London could ascend to far greater heights here. Even those with<br />
limited intelligence, education, or family connection could stride the streets of Bombay like little<br />
white kings.<br />
Similar thoughts seemed to be occurring to Trevor, who was visibly struggling to control<br />
his temper, and most likely to Tom and Davy as well, although the younger men had remained tactfully<br />
silent for the whole of the conversation.