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they met a very hearty lord suffolk during lunch； who poured wine for anyone who wanted it； and laughed loudly at every attempt at a joke by the recruits。 in the afternoon they were all given a strange exam in which a piece of machinery had to be put back together without any prior information of what it was used for。 they were allowed two hours but could leave as soon as the problem was solved。 singh finished the exam quickly and spent the rest of the time inventing other objects that could be made from the various ponents。 he sensed he would be admitted easily if it were not for his race。 he had e from a country where mathematics and mechanics were natural traits。 cars were never destroyed。 parts of them were carried across a village and readapted into a sewing machine or water pump。 the backseat of a ford was reuphol…stered and became a sofa。
most people in his village were more likely to carry a spanner or screwdriver than a pencil。 a car’s irrelevant parts thus entered a grandfather clock or irrigation pulley or the spinning mechanism of an office chair。 antidotes to mechanized disaster were easily found。 one cooled an overheating car engine not with new rubber hoses but by scooping up cow shit and patting it around the condenser。 what he saw in england was a surfeit of parts that would keep the continent of india going for two hundred years。
he was one of three applicants selected by lord suffolk。 this man who had not even spoken to him （and had not laughed with him； simply because he had not joked） walked across the room and put his arm around his shoulder。 the severe secretary turned out to be miss morden； and she bustled in with a tray that held two large glasses of sherry； handed one to lord suffolk and； saying； “i know you don’t drink；” took the other one for herself and raised her glass to him。 “congratulations； your exam was splendid。 though i was sure you would be chosen； even before you took it。” “miss morden is a splendid judge of character。 she has a nose for brilliance and character。” “character； sir？” “yes。 it is not really necessary； of course； but we are going to be working together。 we are very much a family here。 even before lunch miss morden had selected you。” “i found it quite a strain being unable to wink at you； mr。 singh。” lord suffolk had his arm around singh again and was walking him to the window。
“i thought； as we do not have to begin till the middle of next week； i’d have some of the unit e down to home farm。 we can pool our knowledge in devon and get to know each other。 you can drive down with us in the humber。” so he had won passage； free of the chaotic machinery of the war。 he stepped into a family； after a year abroad； as if he were the prodigal returned； offered a chair at the table； embraced with conversations。
it was almost dark when they crossed the border from somerset into devon on the coastal road overlooking the bristol channel。 mr。 harts turned down the narrow path bordered with heather and rhododendrons； a dark blood colour in this last light。 the driveway was three miles long。
apart from the trinity of suffolk； morden and harts； there were siappers who made up the unit。 they walked the moors around the stone cottage over the weekend。 miss morden and lord suffolk and his wife were joined by the aviatrix for the saturday…night dinner。 miss swift told singh she had always wished to fly overland to india。 removed from his barracks； singh had no idea of his location。 there was a map on a roller high up on the ceiling。 alone one morning he pulled the roller down until it touched the floor。 countisbury and area。 mapped by r。 fones。 drawn by desire of mr。 james halliday。
“drawn by desire
。。” he was beginning to love the english。
he is with hana in the night tent when he tells her about the explosion in erith。 a …kilogram bomb erupting as lord suffolk attempted to dismantle it。 it also killed mr。 fred harts and miss morden and four sappers lord suffolk was training。
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singh had been with suffolk’s unit for a year。 he was working in london that day with lieutenant blackler； clearing the elephant and castle area of a satan bomb。 they had worked together at defusing the ；ooo…pound bomb and were exhausted。 he remembered halfway through he looked up and saw a couple of bomb disposal officers pointing in his direction and wondered what that was about。 it probably meant they had found another bomb。 it was after ten at night and he was dangerously tired。 there was another one waiting for him。 he turned back to work。
when they had finished with the satan he decided to save time and walked over to one of the officers； who had at first half turned away as if wanting to leave。
“yes。 where is it？” the man took his right hand； and he knew something was wrong。 lieutenant blackler was behind him and the officer told them what had happened； and lieutenant blackler put his hands on singh’s shoulders and gripped him。
he drove to erith。 he had guessed what the officer was hesitating about asking him。 he knew the man would not have e there just to tell him of the deaths。 they were in a war； after all。 it meant there was a second bomb somewhere in the vicinity； probably the same design； and this was the only chance to find out what had gone wrong。
he wanted to do this alone。 lieutenant blackler would stay in london。 they were the last two left of the unit； and it would have been foolish to risk both。 if lord suffolk had failed； it meant there was something new。 he wanted to do this alone； in any case。 when two men worked together there had to be a base of logic。 you had to share and promise decisions。
he kept everything back from the surface of his emotions during the night drive。 to keep his mind clear； they still had to be alive。 miss morden drinking one large and stiff whisky before she got to the sherry。 in this way she would be able to drink more slowly； appear more ladylike for the rest of the evening。 “you don’t drink； mr。 singh； but if you did； you’d do what i do。
one full whisky and then you can sip away like a good courtier。” this was followed by her lazy； gravelly laugh。 she was the only wo