Lying on his bed with the mosquito net loose above him and the night sounds muted by the walls of his bungalow, Jack lit the lamp. Soft light diffused around the room. Whatever Elliot believed, the humidity affected him, so he stripped off his clothing and lay n***d, staring at the lizard that crawled along the ceiling on its never-ending hunt for insects.
Fraser"s words reverberated through his head. Unhappy sepoys, soldiers grumbling about new cartridges and British land grabs. Were such things his concern? He was a British officer, a man in command of a company of soldiers in the heart of India. Of course it was his concern. He would pass on the information to Colonel Jeffreys first thing in the morning. It may well only be bazaar gossip, the sort of grumbles soldiers always had. Yet t
