true,â said Dad. He thought for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders. âIf Mom says yes, I donât see why not. Come and talk to her. Youâre probably right about the room. Grace has been complaining about it already. Sheâll be happy, anyway. Good night, Harvey. See you tomorrow.â
âNight, bro.â
I followed Dad downstairs and we talked to Mom. I could see she didnât like the idea of me staying with Uncle Harvey, but she couldnât find any reason to say no. I fetched my bag from the back of the car, said good night to Jack and Grace, promised Mom and Dad that, yes, I would behave myself and, no, I wouldnât stay up too late, then said good night to them too and hurried back upstairs.
10
Once Uncle Harvey had read all the letters, he placed them carefully on the bed and smiled at me. âItâs a great story. I like the sound of Horatio. Iâve heard of Tipu before, but I never knew much about him. And Wellesley, of course. You know who he is?â
âThe general in charge of the army.â
âYes, but do you know who he became?â
âNo.â
âThe Duke of Wellington. Heard of him?â
âYes. He was, um . . .â
âOh, come on, Tom. You must have heard of Wellington.â
âI have. I just canât remember who he was.â
âYouâve heard of Wellington boots?â
âYes.â
âTheyâre named after him. And the battle of Waterloo? Wellington against Napoleon? You know who won that, donât you?â
âWellington,â I guessed.
âAt least you know that much,â said my uncle. âI really would have been shocked if you hadnât. You should read some books. Learn about history. âThose who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it,â as the man said.â
âWhich man?â
âSantayana.â
âWho?â
Uncle Harvey just laughed. Then he pulled out his phone and tapped the screen.
âWhat are you doing now?â I asked.
âSearching for information.â
âAbout Wellington?â
âNo, not about Wellington. About these tigers. Oh, itâs so slow! The reception here is terrible.â
He moved to the window and pointed his phone at the sky.
âHere we go,â he said after a minute or two. âAh, yes. This is the business.â
âWhat is it?â
âA press release from Sothebyâs.â
âOh, yeah. I wanted to ask you about that. What is Sothebyâs?â
âSothebyâs is a very famous and respectable auction house. If you wanted to sell an antique tiger covered in jewels, you might well take it there.â
âWhat do they say?â
âHave a look. Itâs from a sale of eighteenth- and nineteenth-century Indian art and antiques.â
He turned the screen to me.
The tiger was bought for $1,900,000 by a representative of the well-known Indian businessman and art collector Jalata Jaragami, who already owns six of the eight tigers from the famous throne. His unparalleled collection of historical material connected to Tipu Sultan will soon be on show to the public in a new museum to be built on the outskirts of Bangalore.
I reached for his phone, wanting to scroll down and read more, but he snatched it back and started tapping the screen.
âWhat are you doing now?â I said.
âSearching.â
âFor what?â
âI told you: information.â
âI didnât have to tell you about this,â I said. âI could have done it on my own. Weâre partners now, Uncle Harvey. Youâve got to tell me what youâre doing.â
âRelax,â he replied.
âNo. Tell me. What are you searching for?â
âIâve just typed in âJalata Jaragami tigerâ and this is what Iâve found. Here you goâhave a look.â
It was an article from the
Hindustan Times.
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