His arms fell from her. Together they turned and silently crept across the floor to the window.
It was a bay window. Without touching anything, she peered around and out, looking through the side panel along the wall of the house. She saw the window of the next bedchamber along-another bay. It would be identical to the window they were studying, and it told her what she needed to know.
Groping blindly, she grasped Del’s sleeve, tugged. Glancing at him, she pointed out of the side window, then silently stepped back.
He looked, saw, but when he turned back to her, incomprehension lit his eyes.
With her hands, she sketched in the air what he’d seen-the protrusion of the bay beyond the wall. It didn’t stop at the bottom of the window, as some bays did, nor did it stop at the level of the window seat. The built-out section continued to floor level, including the area between the seat and the floor.
There was a cavity of some kind beneath the seat.
Understanding dawned; Del pointed below the seat, and she nodded.
Carefully, they lifted the cushions off the wooden seat. Del felt with his fingers, and located the hinges set in the wooden top near the wall.
He glanced at her, and reached for the edge of the window seat.
She did the same, grasping the wooden edge.
She drew breath, then together they swung the seat back.
And looked down into a shadowed box, and a pair of stunned dark eyes.
Del caught him, initially by the collar, but when Sangay, head down, flailed at him, he grabbed one thin arm, then the other, swung Sangay around and, pinning his arms to his body, hoisted him out of the window seat and stood him on his feet on the floor.
Trapped with his back to Del, Sangay wriggled, squirmed, then tried to kick.
“Sangay!” Deliah loaded the word with command, and was relieved when the boy slowed his struggles to glance at her. “Stop it. You’ll only hurt yourself. The colonel doesn’t want to hurt you-no one will hurt you if you’ll just stand still.”
Eyes huge, he stared at her, sniffed.
Then his face crumpled. “Oh, no, miss-you don’t understand. The man-the evil sahib-he will hurt my maataa if I don’t-” He caught his breath on a giant sob. “If I don’t, he will…”
Overcome, Sangay opened his mouth to wail again.
“No, he won’t.” Releasing Sangay’s arms, Del dropped a hand on his bony shoulder, gripped firmly. “The evil- sahibs won’t be able to hurt your maataa, Sangay.”
Very slowly, Sangay turned his head to look up at Del. The dawning, all but disbelieving hope in his eyes was painful to see. “They won’t?”
Del shook his head. “I don’t think they’ll be able to. But to be sure, you’ll need to tell us your tale-where you come from, and how you came to be working for the evil-sahibs.”
Sangay swallowed, his eyes locked on Del’s face. “Only one, colonel-sahib. I have seen only one evil- sahib.”
Del nodded solemnly. “I see.”
“I didn’t want to be working for him,” Sangay replied, equally solemn.
“We know that, Sangay,” Deliah said. “He told you that he’d hurt your mother if you didn’t bring him the colonel’s scroll-holder. Is that right?”
Sangay, all round eyes, nodded. “Yes, miss. That is it exactly.”
“Where were you when the evil-sahib found you?” she asked.
“I was in London, at the East India Docks. My captain-I was on a ship from India, you understand. First cabin boy, I was, until…” Sangay blinked. “My captain sent me to fetch him some tobacco from the shop near the docks. The evil-sahib saw me. He took hold of me and dragged me aside, into an alley. He told me his men had my maataa and she would die a terrible death if I didn’t do what he wanted.”
Eyes like bruised brown pansies, Sangay shrugged. “So I had to go with him, and he took me in a coach to some other town with ships-then he sent me into the inn where you were staying to find the scroll-holder.” Sangay paused, then went on, “Then there was the pistol shot, and then there was the panic, and because I had to search the luggage Cobby put in the carriage, I went with it.” He looked up at Deliah, then Del. “With you.”
Sangay studied Del’s face, then swallowed. In a small voice, he asked, “If I tell you all I know of the evil-sahib, will you let me go, and let me give to the sahib this scroll-holder so he will not kill my maataa?” He shifted, looked down, straightened the sleeve of the page’s coat he wore. “I know you don’t think he will be able to do that last, but how can you be sure? And”-dragging in a deep breath, Sangay looked up again, into Del’s face-“you see, I must be sure.”
Del looked down into the boy’s big eyes, read the tortured uncertainty that held him. Crouching down so his eyes were level with Sangay’s, he said, “We’re going to find a way to keep you safe, and also to ensure-make absolutely sure-that your maataa is safe, too. I don’t know at this stage exactly how we’ll do it, but we’ll make a good plan, and we’ll make sure.” Del searched Sangay’s dark eyes, then added, “I’m thinking that killing the evil- sahib would be a good first step. What do you think?”
Sangay’s eyes fired, finally came alive with a hint of the vitality that should be in any boy’s eyes. “Oh, yes, sahib. That sounds an excellent plan. That one-the evil-sahib-is definitely by way of needing killing.”
“Good. Then that’s what we’ll do.” Rising, Del looked at Deliah, then glanced down at Sangay. “So now we need to go downstairs and talk to the duke and his cousins and all the others, and together we’ll work out a good plan.”
Sangay actually smiled.
“Well, then.” Deliah looked at Del. “I think it’s time we told the others they can all stop searching.”
Everyone reassembled in the library, including Sligo and Cobby.
“It might help to have the rest of our staffs in, too,” Deliah suggested to Del. “Not the girls, but the others. They’ll need to understand.”
Del nodded, looked at Cobby.
Cobby saluted. “I’ll fetch them.”
As they resettled on the sofas, chaises and armchairs, two footmen briskly restoked the fire into a roaring blaze while maids bustled about, drawing the curtains. Then Mrs. Hull arrived, supervising a trolley laden with teacups, saucers, and plates piled with biscuits and pieces of cake-and a glass of milk for Sangay. Seated on a straightbacked chair beside Devil’s desk, he accepted it gratefully.
The rest of them accepted cups of tea from Honoria, and made their selections from the cakes and biscuits.
From her position on one chaise, Deliah noticed that Sangay’s feet didn’t even reach the floor, and that he sat with his knees pressed tight, head ducked, as if to quell knocking knees and make himself invisible. She hesitated, then leaned forward, picked up one of Mrs. Hull’s justifiably famous jam tarts, rose, and went to give it to Sangay.
He looked up at her, surprised, but then took it with a murmured word of thanks.
The tart was gone, every last crumb, before Deliah re sumed her seat. She thought it likely Sangay hadn’t eaten at all that day.
Then Cobby arrived, ushering in her senior staff and Del’s. Both Matara and Amaya stopped by Sangay’s chair. Straining her ears, Deliah heard them telling him to be a good boy and answer the sahibs’ questions directly-by which they meant truthfully-and all would be well.
As Deliah had suspected, Sangay was comforted by the other servants’ presence. Still…he remained very much alone on his chair by the desk.
Surrendering to impulse, she rose, set down her teacup and crossed to where another straightbacked chair stood against the wall. She started to lift it. Vane came to help. She directed him to set it next to Sangay’s chair.
Once he had, she thanked him with a smile, and sat, then reached out and patted Sangay’s thin hand. “All you have to do is what Matara and Amaya told you. Just answer the questions, and everything will be all right.”
