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“You mean the fathers of the girls,” Trevor said. “Who feel guilt over the fate of their<br />
abandoned daughters.”<br />
Another shrug. “Possibly. As I said, the donations are anonymous.”<br />
“A light skinned woman in a sari was seen at the Weaver House just yesterday,” Trevor<br />
said. “When the officer noticed her, she ran.”<br />
“Ah,” said Miss Hoffman. “That was likely Adelaide. She was an associate of the<br />
Weavers, you see.”<br />
“He said she looked fully British.”<br />
“And perhaps she is. The paperwork on our charges is not always complete, as you<br />
might guess.”<br />
“He only wished to talk to her. Why did she run?”<br />
“She is troubled.”<br />
“Troubled by what?”<br />
“Am I being interviewed, Detective? Is that what you believe your Miss Bainbridge has<br />
bought with her donation? Access to information about my girls?”<br />
That was precisely what Trevor believed Gerry had bought, but it was probably prudent<br />
to avoid saying as much, at least for now. Looking at the woman sitting so placidly in front of him, he<br />
tried another tack.<br />
“But this woman is not a girl at all, is she? My officer estimated her to be close to forty<br />
in age. And yet she remains a charge of yours, here at the school? ”<br />
Miss Hoffman brushed back a strand of her hair. It was graying but still full and lustrous<br />
and tied at an untidy knot in the back of her neck. There is something beautiful about her, Trevor<br />
rather irrelevantly thought. And what strength it would take to toil against these hopeless odds year<br />
after year, with so little friendship from your own kind. So little variation in your days.<br />
“You are not the first to ask of Adelaide,” Miss Hoffman finally said. “A Mr. Seal from<br />
the Viceroy Council was here just yesterday. I gather you sent him to round up all of the Weaver’s<br />
household staff?”<br />
Trevor raised an eyebrow. “She was a member of the household? That is what you<br />
meant by the term ‘associate’? That she worked for them?”<br />
“Not exactly.”<br />
“Miss Hoffman,” Trevor said, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice. “A<br />
sizable bank draft is quite visibly folded and tucked into your pocket. We can argue the moral<br />
subtleties of the situation all day long, but it will save everyone’s time and temper if you simply hand<br />
over what we have bought. And please humor us by starting at the beginning.”<br />
“Very well,” Miss Hoffman said, with no apparent resentment at his directness. We are<br />
playing chess, this woman and I, Trevor thought. And she is rather enjoying it. Perhaps I am as<br />
well. Or at least I would be enjoying it were Emma and Gerry not sitting right here, holding their<br />
breath and waiting for me to make a foolish move.<br />
“You ask for the beginning, but I do not know precisely where the beginning began,”<br />
Miss Hoffman said. “For your officer’s estimate was likely correct. Adelaide came to this school as<br />
a small child more than thirty years ago and has lived with us since. It was obvious at an early point<br />
that she would not be one of the ones who married out or who was likely to find an elevated<br />
employment.”<br />
“You are saying she is mentally impaired?”<br />
“I suspect the trouble lies more in her spirit than in her mind. But she remains, yes,