Page 151 of The Secrets of the Tea Garden

‘That’s sensible,’ said Clarrie. ‘And I’m sure you won’t have to wait long.’

‘And what about Ghulam?’ Sophie asked Libby. ‘Did you manage to see him in Calcutta?’

Libby felt herself go hot at the question. ‘Yes, I did. I helped out for a couple of days with Fatima’s rescue charity – Ghulam took me.’

‘And?’ Sophie probed.

Libby’s insides clenched. ‘I care a lot for him,’ she admitted, ‘and I know he likes me but he was adamant I should leave Calcutta and go to the hills. I fear for him and Fatima.’

Libby told them about the murder outside Amelia Buildings. The women were aghast.

‘Do you think they will stay in India or go to Pakistan?’ Sophie asked.

‘Ghulam will never leave India,’ Libby said. ‘I’m certain of that.’

Sophie sighed. ‘Yes, he’s always been far more stubborn than Rafi.’

‘It’s not a question of being stubborn,’ Libby said. ‘Ghulam is Indian to the core – to leave would be turning his back on everything he believes in.’

‘Rafi didn’t want to leave either,’ Sophie retorted, her tone sharp, ‘but he’s more or less been forced out of Gulgat. He knows it’s not safe for us to stay there because we’re Muslim. Ghulam shouldn’t be staying if his life is in danger.’

‘Both men are right in their own way,’ said Clarrie swiftly. ‘Rafi is doing what he thinks is best for the both of you – and Ghulam is sticking to his principles. Men like him will be needed in an independent India – the country has always thrived on being a mix of races and religions. It would be a great tragedy if people are driven out because of their beliefs – that’s not what Nehru and the Congress Party want, as far as I can see.’

‘You’re right as ever, Clarrie,’ said Sophie. She stretched out and squeezed Libby’s hand. ‘I’m sorry if I snapped at you, lassie. My nerves are a little frayed at the moment worrying about my husband.’

‘I’m sorry too,’ said Libby quickly. ‘I didn’t mean any criticism of Rafi.’

‘Of course you didn’t,’ said Clarrie with a smile. ‘Now tell me what my nephew George has been up to. Is he ever going to come and visit his old aunt or are we too boring in themofussil? I do wish he would. I’ve always been tremendously fond of George.’

‘He’s just as charming and irrepressible as ever.’ Libby laughed. ‘And he hasn’t admitted it but I think he’s smitten with Flowers Dunlop.’