The next morning, I take the first train to Dum Dum and make my way to Colonel Walker’s house. I arrive while the servant still sweeps the porch, hand my topi to Colonel Walker’s durwan and go to the breakfast room. The durwan rushes to open the doors for me.
“Sahib, you have a visitor.”
Colonel Walker glances up from his newspaper. “Mr. Hastie, I didn’t expect to see you. I’m just back from putting the ladies on the train for Darjeeling. Sit down.”
The durwan pours out a cup of coffee for me. I nod towards him.
“Leave us,” Colonel Walker says. “What brings you here? It must be a serious matter.”
“I find it so,” I reply. “Yesterday I received a packet of letters from you.”
“Yes, Mrs. Walker wanted me to send them as soon as possible, but I hardly expected a visit from you.” Colonel Walker looks puzzled.
“Have you read them?” I ask.
“Do you think the accusations are true?”
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have sent them,” Colonel Walker says.
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