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sent us, not accompanied us, and I decided to let him remain in that fallacy. I was afraid he’d ask to<br />
see her.”<br />
Rayley tilted his head. “What if she asks to see him? She surely will, as soon as she<br />
gets her feet back under her from the sailing.”<br />
“True enough,” Trevor said. “But I would like to forestall that meeting as long as<br />
possible, at least until we hold a few more cards in our hands. He said he wanted her forgiveness,<br />
which is likely true enough, but who knows what manner of falsehoods he is prepared to utter in his<br />
quest for that benediction? Until we have a better grasp on the particulars, we’ll have no way of<br />
separating confessed facts from confessed fantasy.” Trevor sat back in his chair and scanned the<br />
room. “By the way, do you think I was too rough on Seal and Morass today?”<br />
“I wouldn’t lose sleep over the matter. But I suppose that Morass is more accustomed to<br />
military matters, which exists as a different world from civilian crime, and that Seal fondly imagined<br />
he had come to India to shuffle paperwork around for a year or two and then move on to greener<br />
fields. You can hardly hold them to the professional standards of Scotland Yard.”<br />
Trevor shifted a bit uncomfortably in his seat, for he knew he had done precisely that.<br />
“Seal has possibilities,” he finally ventured.<br />
“You think so? Of the two, I would put my money on Morass.”<br />
Just then Geraldine swept up, with a pair of young men in her wake. One was short,<br />
ruddy, and moved with the confident manner of a man intent on a plan. The other – frail and bookish<br />
with a heavy mustache – held back a bit, hovering on the periphery of the social circle.<br />
“Darlings,” said Geraldine. “You must allow me to introduce Michael Everlee and<br />
Jonathan Benson. Recently come from London, just as we have. And this is Trevor Welles, Rayley<br />
Abrams, and David Mabrey. All of Scotland Yard.”<br />
“Abrams?” Everlee said.<br />
“Yes,” Rayley said evenly. “And did I catch your own name? Eversure?”<br />
“Everlee,” the man replied. “Benson here is my attaché. Attache as in the word<br />
‘attached,’ you understand. In a business sense, of course.”<br />
“Oh of course,” Rayley said, just as evenly. Benson nodded in their general direction<br />
but his gaze was fixed on a point just above their heads.<br />
“Shall we sit?” asked Geraldine, choosing a chair as she spoke. “I was telling Mr.<br />
Everlee that I had a long ago acquaintance with his mother and father. And stepfather as well.”<br />
“But my dear Miss Bainbridge,” said Everlee, still standing. “As I told you out on the<br />
terrace, there is no need to dissemble. I know well enough who you all are and why you are here.”<br />
And we know your purpose as well, Trevor thought, keeping the socially required smile<br />
plastered on his face.<br />
Geraldine soldiered on. “Do sit just a minute, for it is such an honor to meet you,” she<br />
said. “I understand you are the youngest man to have ever won an election to the House of Commons.<br />
That is quite an accomplishment.”<br />
“Yes, I shall be thirty-three next month,” Everlee said. “Which makes me the youngest<br />
man to sit in Parliament.” The words had the false ring of an oft-repeated speech and after saying<br />
them he looked restlessly around the room. “I hope you will forgive me if I don’t join you for the next<br />
round of pegs, but, as I’m sure you can all imagine, this is not a social visit for me. I do appreciate<br />
you for offering up your names so promptly. Yes, it was most helpful, and I shall see you again soon.”<br />
And with that he bowed and even snapped his heels a bit, giving rise to unfortunate<br />
comparisons with Bonaparte, then bustled away from the group, Benson trailing wordlessly behind.