7

Kusum stood outside his apartment door a moment to compose himself. Kolabati was certainly waiting within with questions as to his whereabouts last night. He had his answers ready. What he had to do now was mask the elation that must be beaming from his face. He had disposed of the next to the last Westphalen—one more and he would be released from the vow. Tomorrow he would set the wheels in motion to secure the last of Albert Westphalen’s line. Then he would set sail for India.

He keyed the lock and opened the door. Kolabati sat facing him from a living room chair, her arms and legs crossed, her face impassive. As he smiled and stepped forward, something crunched under his foot. He looked down and saw the shattered rakoshi egg. A thousand thoughts hurtled through his shocked mind, but the one that leaped to the forefront was: How much does she know?

“So,” he said as he closed the door behind him. “You know.”

“Yes, brother. I know.”

“How—?”

“That’s what I want to know!” she said sharply.

She was being so oblique! She knew the egg had hatched. What else did she know? He didn’t want to give anything away. He decided to proceed on the assumption that she knew only of the empty egg and nothing more.

“I didn’t want to tell you about the egg,” he said finally. “I was too ashamed. After all, it was in my care when it broke, and—”

“Kusum!” Kolabati leaped to her feet, her face livid. “Don’t lie to me! I know about the ship and I know about the Westphalen women!”

Kusum felt as if he had been struck by lightning. She knew everything!

“How… ?” was all he could manage to say.

“I followed you yesterday.”

“You followed me?” He was sure he had eluded her. She had to be bluffing. “Didn’t you learn your lesson last time?”

“Forget the last time. I followed you to your ship last night.”

“Impossible!”

“So you thought. But I watched and waited all last night. I saw the rakoshi leave. I saw them return with their captive. And I learned from Jack today that Nellie Paton, a Westphalen, disappeared last night. That was all I needed to know.” She glared at him. “No more lies, Kusum. It’s my turn to ask, ’how?’ “

Stunned, Kusum stepped down into the living room and sank into a chair. He would have to bring her into it now… tell her everything. Almost everything. There was one part he could never tell her—he could barely think about that himself. But he could tell her the rest. Maybe she could see his side.

He began his tale.