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My good friends...

We are here today to pay tribute
to Colonel Ronald Merrick--

Ronnie, as we came
to know him here in Mirat.

Only two years after the war
in which he lost an arm,

we have seen how
this gallant officer

taught himself to ride again,

leading his detachments
of our own States' Police.

Patient in peacetime
as he had been brave in battle.

We salute that courage,

offering our hearts and prayers
to his young widow.

At Delhi, Lord Louis Mountbatten arrives

to take up his appointment

as India's viceroy
and governor general.

At a crucial moment
in India's history,

the 47-year-old grandson
of Queen Victoria

becomes the 29th
and last viceroy.

To greet the new viceroy
come the Indian leaders.

Pandit Nehru, Oxford-educated
leader of the Congress Party,

second only to Gandhi.

With Nehru,
Muslim Abul Azad,

head of the influential
Congress Party.

Leaving Delhi's Viceregal Lodge

is Lord Wavell,
outgoing viceroy.

To the governor general's
bodyguard,

Field Marshal Wavell
bids farewell.

During his term of office,

Britain made the decision
to leave India.

Now it is for Indian leaders

to decide the future
of their country.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

Is the club secretary
available?

I'm sorry, sir.

Secretary is having breakfast.

Can I help?

Well, I was wondering

if the club could offer
temporary membership.

I'm in Mirat for a few days

and wanted a bed
for the night

and perhaps
some breakfast now.

My name is Perron.

Oh, Cambridge University!

Yes, sir, of course.

You traveled on the night
train from Ranpur?

Have you been
in India long?

Just over a week,
Bombay mostly.

Please, leave your luggage
and take your breakfast.

Muzzafir, show the Sahib
to the terrace.

Thank you.

Welcome.

Mr. Perron?

MacPherson,
club secretary.

How do you do?

Please.

I hope you're being
looked after all right.

Very well.

Thank you.

Don't have the fish soufflé,
incidentally.

No, your chap's already
warned about that.

Ghulam, thank God
for him anyway!

Staff's difficult
nowadays.

Your train was
two hours late as well.

It gets worse every year.

Been out here long?

About ten days.

Can you put me up
for the night?

As long as you like.

Nowadays, we get more departures
than arrivals.

We'll have to charge you one
month's temporary membership.

It's an old wartime rule dating
from when young officers

were coming and going
and getting posted overnight.

And forgetting
to pay their bills?

Most of them dead long since,
I expect.

Been out here before?

A couple of years
during the war.

But this is my first visit
to Mirat.

On business?

I'm a historian.

My interests are
mostly academic.

I'm here to study
the transition to independence

and perhaps write
some articles back home.

Any special reason
for choosing Mirat?

I met the chief minister
in Bombay during the war.

Dmitri Bronowsky?

He was kind enough to invite me
to come whenever I chose.

He's got a plateful just now.

Things haven't been
too good here

this past week or so.

I'm afraid we might be back
to how it was last year.

Communal rioting.

It all looked quiet enough
this morning.

In the cantonment, yes,

but across the lake
in the city, not so good.

That's why we don't recommend
the fish soufflé Izzat Bagh.

The fishermen are Muslims.

They've fished the Nawab's lake
since the 18th century.

But they haven't dared go out
these past few nights

since a couple of them
were found drowned.

Still, what could you expect?

I mean, you draw an imaginary
line through a country

and say by August 15,

one side is Pakistan
and the other side is India.

Damn sight worse in the Punjab.

At least Mirat's
a princely state

and can decide things
for itself.

Excuse me.

Do you think the Nawab

will sign the accession
to Congress India?

Before the 15th?

Mm-hmm.

That's anyone's guess.

What is it, Raju?

A car from the palace
for Mr. Perron.

And this letter, sir,
from Mr. Rowan.

What?

You know the AAGG as well,
do you?

Nigel Rowan?

He's an old friend of mine.

I didn't know
he was in Mirat.

Perhaps you won't need
a bed here after all.

"My dear Guy, we'd been planning to surprise you at the station.

"But as you'll see,
things haven't worked out.

"Ronald Merrick died here last
week after a riding accident.

"It was all very sudden
and unexpected.

"The family were here
for the funeral,

"and Susan and her Aunt Fenny

"are still at the palace
guest house.

"Sarah's here too, of course,

"and has promised to be
at my bungalow

"to welcome you
and settle you in.

"I may be detained
at the palace,

"but I've organized things
for you to lunch at my place.

"The bungalow is one of two--

"mine and the one that was
Susan's and Ronald's.

"You're welcome to stay
as long as you want.

"See you soon.

Nigel."

Hello, Guy.

Hello.

I'll show you
the house.

It's rather spartan.

Nigel asked me
to apologize.

What date,
do you think?

The bungalow?

1850?

I don't know.

Shut up too long, anyway.

Watch out for scorpions.

And I don't want to alarm you,

but there was a snake
not long ago.

Nigel said the thing to do
if you meet a snake

is to bow politely
and ask it to go in peace.

Well, I will probably
yell the place down.

It's nice
to see you again, Guy.

You always made me laugh.

Would you like a coffee?

Then I'll leave you
to settle in.

Do you have to leave?

Yes, but I've got time
for a coffee.

I've come at rather
a bad time, haven't I?

Up until a week ago,

we'd certainly thought of your
arrival rather differently.

Thank you.

Thank you.

How differently?

Nigel and I and Ahmed were going
to meet you at the station.

It was Dmitri's idea.

He likes surprising people.

I thought you'd just come down
from Pankot for the funeral.

No, no, I've been here
quite some time.

It was Susan
who had to come down

with Father and Aunt Fenny.

Father went back this morning.

Fenny saw him off
at the station.

He had to get back to Pankot

to go on with handing over
the command.

What about your mother?

Mother went home
last month

to start house-hunting.

To England?

So no retirement
to Rose Cottage?

We rented it to the Smalleys.

They're army,
but staying on under contract

to the Indian government.

So, back home for you, too?

I don't know about me.

Aunt Fenny and I went back
for a month or two last year

after Uncle Arthur died.

You never got in touch with me.

When?

When you were in England.

And you never answered
my second letter.

No.

I'm sorry.

That was a long time ago.

You told me once
that you felt that India

wasn't a place
you could be happy.

Yes, I remember
thinking that.

I've been very happy since.

Has Susan been happy?

At the moment,
she's in rather a bad way.

Worse than the family
realizes.

Of course, she's never
been really stable

since Teddie was killed.

Didn't Ronald Merrick
give her stability?

He's provided it now.

You'll see what I mean if she
talks to you about him.

Which is likely--
she talks about nothing else.

It was a successful
marriage, then?

He adored the boy
and the boy adored him.

Edward doesn't know
Ronnie's dead, by the way.

Is he here?

Yes.

Ronnie had sent them
back to Pankot last year

because of the troubles.

He'd been working
with the States' Police

but didn't expect
the job to last.

Dmitri was so impressed
by the way he handled it,

he persuaded them
to let him stay on

and overhaul
the whole department.

That was their bungalow
next door,

wasn't it?

Yes.

Of course, now I'll have to go
back to Pankot with Sue.

Fenny can't cope
with the journey alone.

When do you go?

Thursday, I think.

When did it happen?

Nigel wrote something
about a riding accident.

He was jumping a ditch.

He seemed all right at first.

Then a few days later,
the servant found him dead.

Was there a postmortem?

Yes.

I really must go.

Nigel will be here
as soon as he can.

How long has Nigel
been in Mirat?

About six weeks.

The Political Department
sent him down

to try and sort things out.

Mirat comes under the Resident
at Gopalakand,

and things got
rather difficult.

Nigel will tell you
all about it.

I'll be in touch, Guy.

Probably this evening.

Tipoo?

You're in luck.

Here's Nigel now.

Hello, Guy.

I'm sorry, I'm afraid
I'm only here to pack a case.

How are you?

I'll see to the case.

How many nights?

Two at the most.

In Gopalakand.

I ought to be back
tomorrow evening.

And don't bother.

Tipoo can do it--
isn't he here?

Yes.

I'll see he gets it right.

Ah, Tipoo.

I really do apologize.

We're in the middle of what
I suppose you'd call a flap.

There's a couple
of States' Department people

over at the palace.

Waving the instrument
of accession

under the Nawab's nose
for signature?

Oh, you know
all about that.

And is the Resident
at Gopalakand

encouraging him not to sign
and stay independent?

Fundamentally,
that is the problem.

But the Resident has no
real interest in Mirat.

What does Bronowsky want?

Honorable integration
with India.

And the Nawab?

I don't think
the poor man knows.

After all these years,

he's suddenly resisting
Dmitri's advice.

If I can come back with a letter
from the Resident

making it plain that Mirat's
on its own,

then I think the Nawab
will sign.

And you want him to sign?

Thank you.

Yes.

Though a few old hands
in the department

say we're bound by treaty

to defend Mirat
as a princely state.

But it's entirely surrounded
by British-India territory.

After the 15th,
Indian Union territory.

The Nawab can't live
in a vacuum.

He has to sign.

It's been a hard two years
for you, hasn't it, Nigel?

I'm sorry about Merrick.

Yes, it was rather sudden.

Not that I ever
liked the man.

Still, he seems to have
made good in Mirat.

Yes.

And Harry Coomer,
any news of him?

We exchanged letters last year.

He's still in Ranpur.

He seems quite content,
coaching students privately.

A defensive attitude?

No, I don't think so.

I suppose now
things might change.

Will anything in India
ever really change for him?

Isn't Harry Coomer
the permanent loose end?

Too English for the Indians
and too Indian for the English?

That's rather Sarah's view.

Frankly, I think
he's more interested

in being just his own kind
of Indian.

You've never shown her
the transcript

of the examination?

God, no!

She knows nothing
about that.

Few people do,
except you.

Everything was destroyed,

except the orders
for Kumar's release.

To protect Merrick's reputation?

Nobody wanted a witch hunt.

Coming on top of the INA trials,

it would have aggravated
racial tension.

So Nehru and Wavell
put a stop to it.

And Merrick got off scot-free.

Actually, I think
it annoyed him.

He felt slighted.

Everything was done
very quietly.

MAK's son, Sayed,
was simply cashiered.

Of the two boys, Ahmed's
the one who's turned out best.

The INA heroes are history,
but Ahmed has a future.

You're all set, Nigel.

Tipoo's taking your bag
to the car.

That's good of you.

Guy's going to stay on here,
by the way.

Good.

Do you ride?

Off and on.

Fortunately more on than off.

But it's pure luck.

Perhaps we could go out
tomorrow morning.

I'll ring you
later today anyway.

Yes, that'd be fine.

Edward!

Oh!

Again!

Oh!

Minnie, you fool!

Now it's lost--
it's gone.

Chockrasahib,
I'll get the ball.

Ayah, you fool!

Is this yours?

Who are you?

Just a visitor.

Here's your ball.

I'm Edward Arthur
David Bingham.

My name's Guy.

My other name's Perron.

I shall call you Perron.

Well, in that case,

I shall probably
have to call you Bingham.

Here you are, Ayah.

Girls can't catch.

Would you like
to see my room?

Yes, very much.

My stepfather can catch.

He only has one arm.

Can you catch, Perron?

Uh-huh.

Here's my room,
but I'm sleeping

at the guest house
while Daddy's away.

I see.

It's a very nice room.

What's this?

Daddy gave it to me.

"The Jewel in the Crown."

That's Queen Victoria.

I know.

Receiving tributes from her grateful Indian subjects.

She's dead now, of course.

I should think they're all dead,
wouldn't you?

It was a long time ago.

Except the angels.

No, I think angels never die.

It's an allegory.

Daddy says Mummy saw an angel
once in a circle of fire.

Perhaps it made her cry.

She cries a lot.

Come on.

Let's see
if she's stopped.

Put me down!

Sorry.

Don't go away
altogether, Guy.

I'll be outside
in the garden.

Susan's all right now.

She'd like it if you came in
and had a word.

What upset her?

The whole afternoon,
mainly.

She insisted
on coming over

and sorting out some
of Ronald's things.

So I had to come

because Aunt Fenny's
not feeling very bright.

Then Edward insisted
on coming too.

The whole thing was a mistake
from the start.

Will you come and have dinner
with me tonight at Nigel's?

I'd like to,
but I'd better not.

Let's go out
tomorrow morning.

I'll try and rope
Ahmed in too.

Can you be ready early?

Mm-hmm.

Let's go in.

The car from the palace
will be here soon.

I want to get Susan
and Edward away

before the light goes.

We met, didn't we,
Mr. Perron?

That time in Pankot

just after Ronnie and I
became engaged.

Yes.

Of course,
you know I've lost him.

My son doesn't know.

Why don't you
leave it all, Sue?

Khansamar
can put it away.

We could have a drink outside
while we wait for the car.

No, I don't want a drink,

and I don't want Khansamar
touching anything.

Then I'll help you start
putting things back.

How little there is

when you think of the time
a man spends out here.

Will Daddy have
as little as this?

I don't expect
there'll be much more.

You didn't know my husband long,
did you, Mr. Perron?

No, a very short time.

Anyone in Mirat will tell you
what a fine man he was.

Please, Sarah,
don't put things back.

It's all that's left of Ronald
except his ashes.

And it's not even all here.

Oh? What's missing?

His arm, for one thing.

I mean the artificial one,
Mr. Perron.

His harness.

But we always called it his arm.

"Where's my arm?"
he used to say.

He took it off every night.

Nobody knows the discomfort
he was in from the chafing.

The first time I saw
his poor stump, I cried.

It was so inflamed
and raw.

But he never
spared himself.

What's this, then?

That's the one he couldn't wear,
the new one.

I hope this doesn't
embarrass you, Mr. Perron,

talking about his arm.

But you see,

he never, never
wore it in bed.

I know what a relief
it was to him

to get out
of the harness.

And what torture it was
to put it on in the morning.

He wouldn't have worn it
while he was laid up

after his riding accident.

Well, perhaps that explains
why it's not here, Mrs. Merrick.

It might've been damaged
and sent for repair.

Oh, I hadn't
thought of that.

I suppose they wouldn't
put it on

just to take his body to the
mortuary for the postmortem.

There was a clot of blood,
they said.

I blame Dr. Habbibullah,
but Daddy says I shouldn't.

No one can foresee
a clot of blood.

Khansamar would know
about Ronnie's harness, Sarah.

Whether it was damaged.

I don't think we ought
to worry Khansamar

over a thing like that, Sue.

Why?

When you ask servants
things like that,

it always sounds as if you think
they've stolen something.

I'll ask Dr. Habbibullah
if you really want.

Yes, I do.

And what about his other things?

Where are his Pathan clothes?

He was very fond
of his Pathan clothes.

The embroidered waistcoat,
and the sash and little axe.

He probably
gave them away.

It must be years
since he used them.

Oh, no!

He went out in them
in Mirat, too,

with one of his spies.

He had to have spies,
Mr. Perron.

You have to go into the bazaars
and hear what people are saying.

Ronnie was prepared to do that.

It was very dangerous.

That's why he never told me.

But I found out.

Shall I tell you how?

Only if you want to.

I haven't been very well
for quite a long time.

I can't sleep
without taking something,

but the pills
don't always work.

And one night,
Ronnie was working late.

There was a flap on,
so he was sleeping

in another room
so as not to disturb me.

But still
I couldn't sleep.

And that's terrible.

You start imagining
all kinds of silly things.

There's this awful temptation
not to take just one or two,

but enough to make you sleep
forever.

So I decided
to go to Ronnie's room

to tell him of this
awful temptation I had.

Because you see, Mr. Perron,

he understood everything
about me

without ever being told.

Things that no one else
had ever known.

And then...

I saw the light was on.

At 4:00 in the morning.

It was as if he'd stayed awake
just in case I needed him.

But when I opened the door...

That's why I screamed just now.

When I saw Edward
in his Pathan clothes.

Because you see,
Mr. Perron,

Ronnie's missing clothes
and his missing arm

are like the dog that didn't
bark in the night.

Sherlock Holmes.

You know that story?

My favorite was
The Speckled Band

because of the snake.

When Aunt Fenny told me
last week that Ronnie was dead,

I thought first of the snake.

Or of a scorpion.

I've always been terrified
of scorpions.

I'm afraid of both.

Ronnie was afraid of nothing.

I depended on him,
Mr. Perron, you see.

I'm terrified
of almost everything.

And he was wonderful
with Edward.

Wonderful with servants.

Week after week,

young boys would come here
looking for a job.

He had a reputation
for fairness.

Stern, but fair.

Where are all
the servants, Sarah?

I've only seen Khansamar.

Thank you for your kindness,
Mr. Perron.

For being here.

For knowing Ronald.

Thank you, Guy.

Where are the horses?

We're not riding after all.

We're going to watch Ahmed.

We can watch
from over here.

Now you can see something
of old India.

There!

Hello!

Her name's Mumtaz.

Come and meet her.

But don't shake hands
with Ahmed.

She's very jealous.

Aren't you, Mumtaz?

I'm not allowed to touch her
at all because I'm female.

But if Ahmed tells her
it's all right,

she'll let you tickle
her throat.

You may touch her now,
Mr. Perron.

Ah, she liked that.

You'd better keep an eye
on her, Ahmed.

I think she's a bit
of a rover.

Are you going to ride?

I thought not today.

I'm glad you came in time.

Is everybody hungry?

If you'll wait a moment
while Mumtaz goes to sleep.

Are you glad you came?

Not glad-- enchanted.

I meant back to India.

The answer's the same.

Come on.

Breakfast.

Then back to the palace,
if that's all right.

Do you always take
the soldiers to go hawking?

It's new to them.

I think they get
a bit of a kick out of it.

I'll take you to see Dmitri
at the palace.

But I'll have to leave you
for a while.

I'm giving a swimming lesson
to Shinaz.

Who's Shinaz?

The Nawab's daughter.

Drop us off at the gatehouse,
all right?

Shinaz?

Yes, Shinaz.

Tell me,

before I meet
Bronowsky.

What did happen to Ronald?

Was it a riding
accident?

Don't ask me, Guy.

Ask Nigel.

Or Dmitri.

Or better still, nobody.

My dear Mr. Perron.

Sir.

Sarah, my dear...

Will you go to Nawab Sahib
before Shinaz's lesson?

He wants to say goodbye.

Of course.

How can I sufficiently
apologize

for not having
greeted you before?

Please.

Sarah and Nigel
have done their best

to cover up for me.

But I am very conscious
of my personal failing.

Please forgive me.

Not at all.

Thank you.

I had your letter
from England.

You mentioned the possibility
of writing something

on the subject
of the transfer of power

as it affects states
like this.

I've forgotten
the name of the paper.

It's a new quarterly review,
The New English Forum.

It probably
won't survive

more than a few issues.

I'm afraid my journalistic
credentials

are entirely spurious.

But not your academic ones.

You spend
your long vacation

watching Indian history
being made

as a break from teaching it
to your students,

who might with profit study
this morning's Ranpur Gazette.

On the future of India.

"Pandora's Box."

You've read
the editorial?

"With independence,

"the British electorate
finds itself

"in the unfortunate position
of opening Pandora's Box,

"letting out all the evils

"that have afflicted India
in the past,

"but which until now
have been imprisoned

under the lid of British power
and law."

It's a shrewd comment.

Perhaps you'll take it
with you when you go.

Read it at your leisure.

Thank you.

I suppose Nigel told you

what he hoped to achieve
in Gopalakand.

He gave me a rough outline.

He has been on the telephone
this morning

and will be back this evening

with the necessary letter
from the Resident.

I haven't told Nawab Sahib yet,

so please don't mention this
when you see him.

No.

But one hopes now
that he will sign.

Miss Layton will put him
in a cheerful mood.

She's a remarkably
persuasive woman.

Yes.

I hear she's giving
swimming lessons

to the Nawab's daughter.

Yes, quite remarkable.

At last, little Shinaz
has come out of her shell.

For years I tried,
Nawab Sahib tried.

She even threatened to go into
full purdah, can you believe?

Now she is riding, swimming,
wearing modern clothes.

Even Ahmed is showing
an interest in her.

And it's all
Sarah's doing.

I fear we shall miss her
at the palace.

But one must look forward
without regrets.

Tomorrow, let us hope,
the States' Department people

will be on their way
back from Delhi

with their signed bits
of paper.

Now, perhaps
you'll be my guest

and come to dinner in the
evening, if all goes well.

I should enjoy that very much.

I don't know if Sarah
will be with us.

She is to travel next day
with her aunt and sister.

Ahmed is going, too.

He promised his father
to be in Ranpur

for the August 15 celebrations.

Since the Laytons
were going to Pankot,

he may as well accompany them
as far as Ranpur.

It is a good opportunity.

Come.

The editorial will tell you
more than I.

I will introduce you
to Nawab Sahib.

Oh, if you have time,
you might also care to read

another item
in the Ranpur Gazette,

by a writer who signs
himself "Philoctetes."

A curious soubriquet,
don't you agree?

I always read his pieces.

He has a very English style.

But then, the editor
is also an Englishman,

so perhaps
he writes these, too.

Nawab Sahib,
Mr. Perron.

Mr. Perron,
how do you do?

I have been speaking
to Miss Layton about the lake.

We watched the fishermen.

Do you know the meaning
of the name, Mr. Perron?

The Izzat Bagh Lake,
Izzat Bagh Palace?

No, Your Highness.

Long ago, my ancestor declared
that the honor of our house,

the "izzat,"
shall be maintained

so long as the lake
did not dry up.

So it is called
the "Izzat Bagh".

The fishermen have fished
its waters ever since.

I'm glad to see they fish
again today, Your Highness.

Yes, it pleases me too, Dmitri.

They fish again today.

Watch out for snakes
and scorpions,

Sarah says.

Did Merrick use this place?

Did he stay here?

"'Alma Mater,' by Philoctetes.

"I walk home
thinking of another place,

of seemingly long,
endless summers."

I suppose you were at public school before university?

Yes, sir.

At which public school?

Chillingborough, sir.

Perhaps you remember
an Indian boy there

who called himself Harry Coomer.

234, please.

The palace guest house.

Hello, may I speak
to Miss Layton, please?

Who is it?

Oh, hello, Mr. Perron.

It's her aunt, Mrs. Grace.

I'm afraid Sarah's not here.

She's at the palace.

Can I be of any help?

Yes, I think you can.

There are some fellows
here with a truck

removing things
from the other bungalow.

I suppose that's all right,
Mrs. Grace?

Thanks, but it's quite in order.

I expect it's the luggage
that's going with us to Pankot.

It's coming here first.

Yes, of course.

Shall I tell Sarah you rang?

She's only out to dinner.

Well, you might.

I may be traveling
to Ranpur myself

and I wondered if we might
make a party of it.

You know we're going
on Thursday?

You mustn't cut your visit short
unless it suits you.

It would suit me very well.

Oh, well, I'll tell Sarah
what you suggest

or leave her a message.

By the way, Mr. Kasim is
coming with us to Ranpur.

Yes, I know.

And perhaps some people
called Peabody.

An extra man would be very nice.

I know it's stupid,

but since Colonel Layton
went back to Pankot,

I've been feeling
a little bit out of my depth.

Well, if I can be of any...

I look forward to meeting you.

I've heard so much about you.

Thank you, Mrs. Grace.

Good-bye, Mr. Perron.

"An extra man"?

Thank you very much, Sarah.

Perhaps you remember an Indian boy there

who called himself
Harry Coomer.

Well played, Harry!

Well actually, sir, I don't remember him being interested

in anything very much,
except cricket.

Cricket?

I'm afraid his interest in India
extended beyond that.

Hello.

Hello, Guy.

Have you eaten?

I've been reading.

Dinner in half
an hour, Tipoo.

Well, it's done.

The Nawab's signed?

Congratulations.

Let me top up your drink.

Thank you.

I've been at the palace.

The States Department chaps
have got their bits of paper.

Everything's fine.

Soda?

To the top, please.

Well, then, I gather you feel

you've learned as much
as you need in Mirat.

I'm rather hoping
to have another chat

with Dmitri tomorrow night.

But you want to go
with the others the day after?

I saw Sarah
at the palace.

She'd had a phone call

from her aunt.

She says she's sorry
she wasn't in,

and they'd be delighted.

Are you going with them
all the way to Pankot?

Only to Ranpur.

I'm rather hoping Ahmed

can wangle an interview
with his father for me.

With MAK?

I'd forgotten about your
journalistic assignment.

It's hardly that.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Tell me about the snake.

The snake?

The one that was found
at the back.

It wasn't at the back.

It was in the bath.

In my bath?

In our bath.

By Merrick?

He slept here, didn't he?

In that room.

For a month or two
before Susan joined him.

What made you think that?

It has a resonance.

What happened
in the end, Nigel?

What did he do?

Cut his wrist?

Take an overdose?

Drown in the bath?

He didn't die in the bath.

Nor from a riding accident.

No.

Dmitri and I feel
you ought to know,

and Sarah agrees.

She's the only member
of the family

who knows that Ronald
was murdered.

How?

Strangled in his bedroom.

Everything's been properly
recorded.

But a murdered Englishman
at this stage

is the last thing anybody wants.

The police are busy on it,
of course,

but I doubt if the man or men
who did it will ever be caught.

It was carefully planned.

By whom?

Pandit Baba?

The CID say that
for the past month,

he's been on a pilgrimage
in the Himalayas.

What about the other
Bibighar suspects?

The men he arrested
after the rape?

Two are still in Mayapore.

They have been cleared
by the police.

One died of tuberculosis
a year ago,

and two are working
in Calcutta.

What about Hari?

What about Kumar?

He's still in Ranpur.

And also in the clear.

Dmitri told me this evening.

I'd rather not say
any more, Guy.

The details are...

pretty horrifying.

Even Sarah doesn't know it all.

Incidentally,
I've got Kumar's address,

if you want it.

Yes.

Yes, I'd like his address.

And now I am going
to take a bath.

I'm feeling
travel-stained.

Will you be all right?

Yes, I've got
the Ranpur Gazette.

Watch out for snakes.

By the way...

Who was Philoctetes?

What?

Philoctetes.

You're a classics man.

A friend of Hercules.

One of the Argonauts.

They put him ashore
at Lemnos, I believe.

Why?

I think he was wounded.

Anyway, he stank.

The others couldn't
stand the smell,

so they abandoned him.

That fits.

Did he ever get to Troy?

Eventually.

They needed him
in the end.

Why are you so interested
in Philoctetes?

Just a name I came across.

You look tired.

Go and have that bath.

Dinner in half an hour.

"'Alma Mater' by Philoctetes."

On Sunday, when the new extension

of Ranpur Government College
had been opened

by His Excellency,
the Governor,

I wandered round the building,

hoping to pass as someone
with business to do.

But I need not have worried.

No one was there
to challenge me.

The place was empty.

No desk, no chairs.

Only rectangular spaces

where blackboards have yet
to be installed.

Spaces where students will sit

and teachers stand
on the bare platforms.

Blackboards becoming grey

from the wiped-off chalk marks
of demonstrated equations.

Subdued, I left the college
and walked away.

A few shade trees
have already been planted.

I try to picture
the new Chakravati extension

as it will be
ten, 20, 50 years from now.

And I walk home thinking
of another place,

of seemingly endless summers

and the shade
of different kinds of trees.

And then of winters

when the branches
of the trees were bare...

So bare that
recalling them now,

it seems inconceivable to me
that I looked at them

and did not think of the summer just gone

and the spring to come
as illusions,

as dreams never fulfilled,
never to be fulfilled.