your staff?
No, they didnt. How can I explain this to you? It isnt an Indian crime. People have a sort of picture of India lustful black men seeking to do harm to virtuous white women. Oh, yes, I know it happened in the Mutiny but the Mutiny was a madness. An Indian once said to me, An evil wind blew through the land. Peggys death was an elaborate act. It wasnt an impulse. It was carried out by someone who wanted to hurt her. To hurt her in a very personal way. And again, I say, I do not think this would be the Indian way.
My servants, so far as I have discussed it with them which is hardly at all, I might say, believe this act was not of this world
Yes, Ive heard that, said Joe. But look, we are agreed that it was murder, that it was not the act of a native we are left with a European murderer. Would you accept that?
What else can I accept?
One more question, Somersham, and believe me when I say we have to ask these things were you happy together?
Happy? Yes, we were. I was nearly twenty years older than she but I think she loved me. She was thrilled that we were to have a child. We both were. We had both decided just that day to announce the news. She was going to write to her parents.
Unchecked, the tears began to flow, It wouldnt be too much to say she was all the world to me. Itll sound like a lot of twaddle to you, I dare say, but I used to sing Annie Laurie to her. Oh like winds of summer sighing, her voice was low and sweet. She was all the world tae me. And for bonnie Annie Laurie, Id lay me doon and dee.
It occurred to Joe that this was probably the first time since his wifes death that William Somersham had felt able to share his feelings with anyone and, in spite of his determination to remain detached, his heart and his sympathy went out to him. Joe had seen much suffering and bereavement had become an unwilling expert and he would have bet a years pay at that moment that the pain he was being shown was genuine. He waited for his companion to gain control of his emotions before continuing gently, Somersham, I hope I dont insult her and I hope I dont offend you but I have to ask this question was there anybody else in her life? Had there ever been?
I was anticipating the question and Ill tell you roundly no. Ask anybody. I think theyd all say the same.
While they had been speaking the horses had ambled on but now William Somersham pulled his horse to a halt and, turning to look seriously at Joe, he said, Another thing, Sandilands, a deuced peculiar thing and one I havent yet mentioned to anyone else. Not sure they would have taken any notice. Fact is, Peggy was horrified by blood. Couldnt bear the tiniest cut on a finger and a nose bleed well, one of the children had a nose bleed at a fancy dress party she was helping to give only the usual childish thing but it was too much for Peggy. She screamed and ran from the room! There is no way in this world that, if she wanted to take her life, this is the way she would have chosen. And if someone killed her by slitting her wrists and holding her there while the bath filled with her blood, then it was the most cruel, calculated death they could have devised! Why, Sandilands? Why?
Chapter Six
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There was a long pause, broken at last by Somersham. For Gods sake, Sandilands do what you can! And he swung his pony about and cantered away without a further word.
Naurung drew up beside Joe. The sahib is very distressed by his wifes death. We must perhaps think that he certainly did not kill her
Naurung left the sentence trailing so that it turned into a question.
We must think no such thing! Ive interviewed many bereaved husbands in tears and storms of emotion and calling on the police for retribution only to find their fingerprints all over the knife or bludgeon. And the strange thing is, Naurung, that the tears and