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Weaver shook his head impatiently. “I departed by another route.”<br />
“I am terribly new to Bombay, Secretary-General, having disembarked from my ship<br />
only this very morning. But even my limited experience with the city is enough to make me question<br />
the particulars of your story. First of all, what time did you arrive at the club and you say Felix was<br />
the one to drive you?”<br />
“A little after eight and yes, of course he did.”<br />
“Felix appears to be a remarkable young man,” Trevor said, crossing his legs in an effort<br />
to imply a nonchalance he did not feel. Anthony Weaver had gotten under his skin a bit, although he<br />
wasn’t sure why. “Apparently capable of serving any number of functions within your household.<br />
But even so, I do not see how he could fetch you from the club at 10:15 and deliver your wife there at<br />
10:29.”<br />
“No, no you misunderstand entirely,” Weaver said, in exasperation. He clearly liked<br />
asking questions far more than he liked answering them. “Felix deposited me at the club just after<br />
eight and then I sent him back to the house so that Rose would have use of the carriage at her leisure.<br />
We only keep one carriage since I’ve been pensioned, if you must know, Inspector, and she feels the<br />
need of it more frequently than I do. I left the Club by way of a hired coach. At 10:15, just as I said.”<br />
“Is there any point in asking if you or anyone at the Club might know the driver’s name?”<br />
An impatient shake of the head.<br />
“Not even the butler?” Trevor persisted. “Perhaps the Club uses the same carriage<br />
service repeatedly?”<br />
“And if they do, why should I know? Ask them.”<br />
“I shall. But another thing troubles me. Even in a hired coach, you should have passed<br />
the carriage carrying your wife and Sang.”<br />
“I told you, man. I went another way.”<br />
“So you did say. But why? As we have discussed, my knowledge of Bombay is limited,<br />
but my more widely-traveled friends have assured me that the English living here tend to hold to<br />
certain districts, using certain roads. Both your home and the Byculla Club lie well within these<br />
favored districts with a single road – I believe my notes said Bellham Street? – connecting them. So<br />
why should you, as you say, go another way? Were you specifically hoping to avoid your wife’s<br />
carriage?”<br />
Perspiration was again dotting Weaver’s upper lip, as well as his high bare forehead.<br />
He dabbed at both, looking at Trevor sourly.<br />
“I am not your typical member of the Raj, Inspector,” he finally said. “And certainly not<br />
some nervous tourist fresh off his boat. Do not forget that I commanded this territory. All of it, both<br />
the high and the low. So I shall drive any road that I damn well please.”<br />
“Even those which take you on highly indirect routes. What path home did you elect?”<br />
“We went by the bay. Coolidge Runs, they call it.”<br />
“Ah,” said Trevor. “Against all odds, I know it, for it originates at the dock, I believe.<br />
Yes, a most indirect route. What should draw your attention there?”<br />
A hesitation. “Sometimes I choose to drive by the Khajuraho temple.”<br />
For the first time since this rather bizarre conversation had begun, Trevor felt genuine<br />
surprise. “Why would you go by the temple?”<br />
“I like it. And since my retirement I have an unmanly amount of leisure, so why should I<br />
not indulge these little whims?”<br />
“Did you go in?”