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innocent victim, I think his chance of success would be pretty good. If he wished to disappear, having accomplished his immediate mission, that, too, would be easy.
But
…’
    ‘But,’ said Dominic flatly, ‘the timing mechanism was faulty, and the bomb went off ten minutes early.’
    ‘It is possible. I don’t say more. We shall be examining his belongings, and tracing his antecedents. As we shall in the case of everyone else concerned.’ He rose to indicate that the interview was over. ‘Meantime, remember only that your position, and that of your friends, just
may
be a slightly exposed one, if someone fears that you may have noticed too much and too accurately.’ And he added: ‘A last point – your really devoted Naxalite might well contemplate the sacrifice of his own life with equanimity, if it was a necessary risk in the cause of taking Bakhle’s. I don’t say he would surrender it gladly, or refrain from all possible precautions; but he would not let that consideration stop him. As usual, it is only among the top ranks of the hierarchy that total cynicism prevails. The rank-and-file can be truly dedicated.’
    Dominic was halfway to the door when he halted and looked back. ‘But if you’re right, then the terrorist is already
hors de combat -
even if he’s still alive.’
    ‘So?’
    ‘So there seems no continuing threat to any of us.’
    Inspector Raju said gently: ‘It is not yet certain that the solution I have outlined is the correct one. But even if it is… Mr Felse, Ajit Ghose, though literate, is almost without education. He may have planted the bomb – he certainly did not make it. Someone supplied him with it, and taught him all he needed to know to make it effective. Someone, somewhere, will be busy observing the results.’

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Four
Thekady: Monday Morning
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    Patti came out of her sedated sleep reluctantly and sluggishly, to sense the white of day outside her eyelids; and for a while she lay without opening them, unwilling to face the world. But even inside her own closed mind she could still see the obscene horror of abrupt death, the mangled body stirring rhythmically and helplesssly in the water, the upturned face with blood and mud for eyes. A man who, according to Romesh, had hired thugs to attack and kill, simply to suppress a demand for better pay. Remember that, too… This is a dirty world, and nothing is ever simple. But to kill that way, from a safe distance, and not caring in the least about the wretched, innocent boat-boy, who had never hired thugs to kill anyone, and owned no land. There are things which can never be justified…
    She knew she would have to open her eyes at last, and get up and dress, but she waited until she heard the soft rustle of Priya’s cotton sari, and knew that her friend was already up and busy, and maintaining this considerate silence only on her account. Then she lifted her lids resolutely, and sat up in bed. Priya was standing in front of the mirror, braiding her long black hair. She had on a low-necked white blouse and an amber-and-gold sari this morning; and the soiled sari she must have washed last night, and draped in the shower-room to dry. She turned quickly at the slight sound, and smiled at her room-mate composedly, if a little anxiously.
    ‘Good morning! How do you feel today?’
    ‘Doped,’ said Patti truthfully. But not, she thought, heavily enough; I can still see him. ‘And stupid. And ashamed. I’m sorry I was such a dead liability yesterday. But I’d never seen – never imagined – anything like that. Even if you tried to describe it, to someone who’d never actually seen such a thing, it wouldn’t mean anything. But when you run your nose right into it…’
    ‘I know,’ said Priya warmly. ‘It was not your fault at all. Don’t think about it any more – at least
try
not to think about it.’
    ‘It’ll be a long time before I stop,’ Patti said wryly. ‘Priya – how do you ever manage? I mean, in a