She sat quietly for a few moments, chewing her bottom lip. She opened her mouth to say something, thought better of it and closed it again. She tried to meet his eye and could not. Her gaze constantly slid away from his and focused on her hands knotted with tension in her lap.

‘Oh, Lord!’ thought Joe. ‘I recognize these signs! She’s about to make a confession! We’ve got it all wrong and she’s come to tell me she killed him! But how? Poison? In so short a time? Not possible. Not her style either – she’d have put a bullet in him perhaps or climbed on a stool and hit him in the nose, but I really can’t see Lily – didn’t see Lily salting his sherbet with a mysterious white powder. No, calm down, Sandilands! Too much imagination! She’s decided that life on the frontier is a little too raw and she’s come to ask you to take her back to the safety of Simla. That’s it!’

‘I have the most terrible confession to make, Commander,’ she finally managed to say. ‘I can’t imagine what you’re going to think of me!’

‘Is this to do with Zeman’s death?’ he asked.

‘Well, of course it is! What else would it have to do with?’

‘Well, you could be owning up to putting that dead mouse in my bed yesterday,’ said Joe, determined to keep the exchange light.

An unwilling smile broke out and she began to relax a little. ‘Wish I’d thought of that. I say – did someone? Oh, no. Sorry. Just teasing, I suppose. No. It is about Zeman.’

Joe just smiled and listened and let her take her time.

‘There’s only you in the whole fort I can trust and I mean that – only you. Promise you won’t reveal a word of what I’m going to tell you to anyone – not James, not Betty, not Grace, really not anyone.’

Joe nodded his agreement.

‘It didn’t happen like that at all,’ she said rapidly.

‘I mean Zeman’s death. It couldn’t have. You see, at that time – between half-past twelve and one o’clock – Zeman was alive and well and having a, oh, what shall I say? – a riotous time in the swimming pool in the officers’ garden.’

‘Can’t have been a very riotous time!’ said Joe gently. ‘I heard no sounds from downstairs and I’m a champion light sleeper. A riotous time down there would have woken me up. Are you sure about this? And what do you mean by “riotous”?’

‘You don’t make it easy for a girl, do you? No, you’re right. Bad choice of word because it wasn’t noisy at all. Not at all. It was rather subdued but energetic, um, sexual congress.’ She finished with a rush, blushing hotly.

Taken completely by surprise, Joe looked at her in horror and then said carefully, ‘I think it might be better if you took me through this step by step from the ending of the dinner party, Lily.’

‘Yes, it would. It’ll be a lot easier to talk about now I’ve said those words. From now on I shall refer to the activity as s.c. Is that all right?’

‘Quite all right,’ said Joe.

‘You saw the appalling Rathmore bundle me out of the room, lest I should fall victim to silken oriental seduction?’

Joe nodded and remained silent. ‘Prescient old Rathmore!’ he was thinking. ‘More sense than the rest of us apparently!’

‘Well, it was clearly his idea that I should fall victim to his own Western style of courtship. Not subtle! Oh, don’t look concerned – I can handle unsubtle! He’s suffering this morning from a dented ego and a bruised foot! Did you notice he was limping this morning?’ she said, a flash of good humour returning. ‘He marched me round the garden and pointed out that a nightingale was singing and the moon was shining. He reminded me that he was a lord, twirled his moustache and fell on me. Well, on where I would have been were I not such a fast mover! I escaped and went to my room and he hobbled off back to his room, cursing me no doubt. Must have been at about half-past ten.’

‘I made my rounds at eleven and everyone was in their own room. You locked your door when I asked you to.’

Lily gave him a scathing look. ‘You were taken in by that old girls’ boarding school trick? I locked and unlocked it again straight away.’

‘But why didn’t you complain about Rathmore’s behaviour to you? I would have dealt with him. It would have given me quite a lot of pleasure in fact!’

She said what he knew she’d say. ‘I can take care of myself. No need to involve anyone else. Everything went very quiet, Joe, when you finished padding about and I sat and waited.’

‘Waited? Waited for what?’

‘Do you remember the Persian poem Zeman said to me towards the end of dinner? About the moonlight on the pool and “I wait to see your shadow fall on the garden’s midnight wall” – all that? I sort of, well, took it literally. I took it as an invitation to meet him by the pool at midnight.’ She blushed but looked at Joe defiantly. ‘Ridiculous, I know and I’m ashamed of myself but it was so romantic! Oh, I was imagining telling my friends! I thought at the very least he would try to kiss me and I’d decided that at the very least I would let him. No one I know has kissed a Pathan before! And this guy could out-smoulder Rudolph Valentino! If you know who he is?’

‘I am aware of the gentleman and have even seen some of his moving pictures,’ said Joe. ‘And, yes, Lily, I can see what the attraction was! But, tell me – what time did you go out to the garden?’

‘Just before midnight. I put on a dark dress and a pair of sandals and I crept out. I didn’t disturb anyone. I got into the garden and decided to hide in the almond trees. Well, I didn’t want to appear to be the first to get there – you mustn’t seem to be over keen, you know.’ Lily fell silent again.

‘And?’ Joe prompted gently.

‘He didn’t turn up. I thought I must have misunderstood the meaning of the poem at first and then I thought he might be praying or giving orders to his men or doing something military so I hung on. I mean, how would I know how these guys pass their time? I guess I waited until, oh, it must have been half-past midnight at the earliest. And then I heard quiet laughter. Someone was coming into the garden. Someone who didn’t want to be heard. I stayed where I was just in case it wasn’t Zeman. But it was. It was Zeman but he was hand in hand with someone else. They went to the pool and they took their clothes off and slid into the water and then they, they, oh!’

‘S.c. occurred?’ Joe finished for her.

She nodded miserably and Joe felt desperately sorry for her. He felt a stab of anger too with Zeman for playing with the girl’s fantasies. ‘Good Lord! A scene like this could twist an impressionable girl’s views of men for evermore,’ he thought.

‘Well, what was I to do?’ she went on. ‘Look, I was never taught to handle anything like this! I came through Miss Dana’s Academy with flying colours. I can parse a sentence, I can quote the Lakeland poets, I know algebra, astronomy, and chemistry. I know how to flirt. I can pick up a handkerchief without showing my underwear. I thought I knew everything but – do you know? – if it hadn’t been for Dr Holbrook explaining what went on in the military… ’

‘Who was with Zeman, Lily?’ Joe asked.

It was no surprise to him when she replied, ‘Iskander. It was Iskander.’

‘Did you, er, watch the event unfold?’ he asked carefully.

‘Well, no! I should just think not! I shut my eyes of course. But I could hear. They were laughing and sort of… horsing around, you know? Grace was right. It does go on.’

‘Look, Lily, I know I must be the thousandth person to tell you that the ways of the frontier are different from our own but in this case they really are,’ said Joe, who had decided on the line he was going to take. ‘It’s easy when two good-looking young men like Zeman and Iskander speak our language fluently and have spent many years of their lives living in our society to think that they are of our culture. They are not. Their formative years were spent here in these hills living the life of their clan. And I believe that they are very dual. They know how we live and think, they find themselves reacting in Western ways to much of what goes on and I think they themselves are sometimes torn between the two demands on them. Pathan men do form close friendships. So do Englishmen. We express our friendship in different ways, that’s all. Pathans often walk around hand in hand. It signifies nothing other than friendship. They probably think James and I are rather strange in that we never hold hands.’