Page 42 of The Secret Keeper of Jaipur

The doctor steps in front of me, as if he means to keep me hidden, or protect me. He lowers his head, doing his best to look ashamed. “What has brought you here?” he says. “You told me you were no longer doing night patrols in Shimla...”

The captain shines his flashlight over both of us. I stay behind the doctor, who now shields his eyes with one hand.

“Is this what I think it is?” the captain says. I hear the sly smile in his voice. The way he says it tells me that he’s putting on a show for his men.

“This is awkward,” Dr. Kumar says, apologetically. “Not to mention inconvenient.” The doctor chuckles.

Now the captain’s voice softens. “Sothisis why you asked me about smugglers running gold?”

Before I step out from behind the doctor, I undo a few hooks on the front of my blouse, putting my cleavage on display. I keep my eyes fixed on the ground. “We are sorry,Ji,” I say, “to trouble you.”

A few men snicker. The captain comes a little closer to me, and I’m hoping he’s more interested in what I’m showing him than what we might be doing with the sheep.

“I heard a rumor that this woman is living with you. But I didn’t believe it.”

Dr. Kumar attempts another embarrassed laugh. “News travels fast.”

“The mountains have ears, Doctor.”

“Ah, then the mountains have also told you that my wife is still living with me, too.”

Now the men laugh louder.

“Chup!”the captain tells his men, asserting his authority.

I fight the urge to look behind us, at Lakshmi, who must have heard this exchange. After everything she’s done for us, she has to listen to this disgusting talk!

Dr. Kumar looks at me, tenderly, as if I am the only thing that brings him joy. “We have to sneak away, you see,” he says. “This is the only time we can...”

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a wad of rupees and insists the captain take them as a “gift.” “To make up for the trouble that we’ve caused you, Sahib.”

The captain clears his throat but doesn’t hesitate to take the rupees being offered. He dithers only a second before the money disappears inside his jacket pocket.

I pull on the doctor’s arm. “What about...you know?”

Dr. Kumar turns to me; one side of his face is lit up by the policeman’s flashlight, the other is in darkness. His expression is bewildered, and alarmed. He’s taken by surprise and seems to think that I’m about to undo everything he’s done to get us out of trouble.

“The gold,” I say, “just outside Shimla.” I give the captain a shy, apologetic glance. “The doctor doesn’t like to get people in trouble, Sahib.” I turn to the doctor again. “That business. What is it called? Can—Canra—?”

We’re both now looking at the captain. His head is tilted, his interest piqued.

“I remember now,”I say as if I’ve just remembered. “Canara!”

The captain says, “Canara?”

I lower my voice to a whisper. “Where they move the gold. But, Sahib, you must already be knowing about it.”

Hastily, the public servant clears his throat, glances at his men. Then he nods, several times. “Of course, of course. But how didyoufind out?”

Dr. Kumar pulls me to him, smiling. I can almost believe that he’s in love with me. “The mountains have ears.”

Now the doctor looks at the captain, then at me, and hastily puts his hands together in anamaste. “But please, Captain. Don’t tell mybibi. It would break her heart.”

“You can rely on me, Doctor. As for my men—” he glances behind him “—I can vouch for them.”

Bukwas!By tomorrow morning, the rumor mill will be working overtime at the hospital.

I wonder how Dr. Kumar will be able to hold his head up after this.

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