‘Come come…’ laughed Bit. ‘For Christ’s sake have another whisky. We can’t have talk like this.’ ‘Darling, see what I’m missing when you won’t let me go down to Calcutta. And all along you’ve said it was because I always spend too much money at the theatre and in the shops.’ Bit sighed indulgently. ‘Well you’ve done it now Dutch. You’d better put us right about Calcutta then. Tell us the worst. Anything to keep my wife away from those expensive Calcutta tailors…’ Agatha scowled. Dutch raised his head and relaxed back in his chair, waiting a few moments before he replied. He was actually rather beautiful with a strong face despite the sunburn that caked his skin. Now he had been asked a specific question, he relaxed into his subject utterly, like a teacher lecturing in his favourite class. He said, ‘It’s simply that the psyche of the city seems to be shifting. It’s like a change of tide, rolling in to the beach and depositing new shells never seen before. On the surface the city is still immaculate. Of course Empire makes sure of that. The European boulevards |
‘And yes, there is political unrest among the Bengalis. Why should they fight the Japanese? Is it their war? They already have their enemy on the doorstep. I’m just reporting what I have heard of course… And then right down to the babies and the |