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“Not a waste of time at all,” he repeated. “For I have no doubt that all our suspects with<br />
all their separate motives have most obligingly gathered themselves before us tonight. We must take<br />
advantage of our seating at dinner to overhear the local gossip, to interview while making it appear<br />
conversational. And do not trouble yourself, lad,” he added, with a glance toward Davy. “Whatever<br />
business drove the English woman in Indian dress to the Weaver house, she clearly didn’t finish it.<br />
My guess is that you shall see her again, very soon.”<br />
***<br />
“In this heat, a sari seems a quite sensible mode of clothing,” Emma said.<br />
“Oh don’t let anyone overhear you,” giggled her companion, a giddy but quite friendly<br />
young woman named Amy Morrow who had attached herself to Emma at the moment of their<br />
introduction. Apparently any new visitor to the Byculla Club was a novelty and thus an automatic<br />
source of entertainment. “People will think you’ve gone native and that will never do. Shall we have<br />
another peg?”<br />
“Peg?”<br />
“It’s what we call the drinks,” Amy said with another giggle that shook her blonde curls.<br />
“Because they’re so strong that the old people claim each one is a peg in your coffin.”<br />
“Thank you for saying they are strong,” Emma said, laughing back despite herself. “For I<br />
am quite dizzy and I feared it was the heat.”<br />
“No it’s the gin, I assure you,” Amy said. “And let us do have another. One has to make<br />
one’s own fun here in Bombay, you see.”<br />
“And even dull things are more fun if you’re tipsy.”<br />
“Just the point.” Amy shifted on her cushion and looked around the room with a<br />
charmingly wrinkled nose. “From the outside, our social life perhaps appears to be acceptable. We<br />
have our theatricals and parties and balls and each dinner, even the mundane ones, have eight<br />
courses. You shall see what I mean when we are called in to dine. There will be this great gong and<br />
we shall enter to find, each of us, a servant standing directly behind our chair. A man whose sole<br />
purpose is to assure that our water glass is refilled after each sip and that each course of food is<br />
simply upon us, poof, like some sort of Biblical miracle. And it disappears just the same. No, not<br />
like the Bible. That’s quite the wrong comparison. More like a magician with his tricks.”<br />
Emma laughed again. For all her curls and fripperies, Amy had a witty mind and seemed<br />
more than willing to share her observations, which might be pertinent. Trevor had said many times<br />
that when it came to crime solving, gossips were of far greater use than policemen.<br />
“A servant behind every chair,” Emma mused. “Can you imagine what the cost would be<br />
in London?”<br />
“Labor is cheap here,” Amy said. “And so we dress up the natives in all manner of<br />
livery and have them march about in any number of mindless tasks. It consoles us. Makes us think we<br />
are important, or, better yet, home. And so our events are very grand, but somehow they are never<br />
very gay.”<br />
“You do sports?” Emma asked. “I understand they are popular among the women of the<br />
Raj.”<br />
“Oh, of course,” Amy said. “Archery, badminton, tennis when I’m here with Granny in<br />
the city. In the provinces the women even try their hand at hunting and fishing. Otherwise we get so<br />
bored. The men go to work and we…don’t go anywhere. So we shoot birds, or we paint them. It<br />
doesn’t seem to make much difference. “<br />
“And any social life revolves around the clubs, I take it? These little enclaves of