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Yasmini was up beside him, wedged tightly between him and Hasamurti, so like his own wife, except for a vague Eastern scent she used, that he could not for the life of him speak to her as a stranger. "Listen!" she said excitedly. "I had horses here, there, everywhere in case of need. But Gungadhura sent men and took them all. Now I have only one horse in your stable I must get that tonight.
"I have here " Samson reached in his pocket, "a certain piece of parchment a map in fact that was stolen from the body of Mukhum Dass. Perhaps Your Highness will recognize it. Look!" Gungadhura looked, and started like a man stung. Samson returned the map to his pocket, for the maharajah almost looked like trying to snatch it; but instead he collapsed in his chair again.
Gungadhura shook his head violently. "I can explain," he said. "I have proofs." Samson turned the paper over paused a moment and began to read the second sheet. "It is known who murdered Mukhum Dass. The assassin has been caught, and has confessed." Gungadhura's eyes that had been dull, and almost listless hitherto, began to glare like an animal's.
I can't stay and dig forever for a matter of fifty thousand dibs." Gungadhura grew emphatic at that point, using both clenched fists to beat the air. "Time limit? There must be no time lost at all! Have you promised to be silent? Have you promised not to breathe one little word to anybody? Not to your own wife? Not to Samson? Above all not to Samson? Then I will tell you."
Samson cleared his throat, and read what be had to say, holding the paper straight in front of him. "I have a disagreeable task of informing Your Highness that your correspondence with the Mahsudi tribe is known to His Majesty's Government." Gungadhura scowled more deeply, but made no answer.
"What do we care what they believe? And supposing it were true, what then? Just at present I'm in partnership with Gungadhura." Jinendra's Smile Deep broods the calm where the cooing doves are mating And shadows quiver noiseless 'neath the courtyard trees, Cool keeps the gloom where the suppliants are waiting Begging little favors of Jinendra on their knees.
But Samson, prince of indiscretion, had seen fit three months before to let that official go home to England on long leave, and to volunteer the double duty in his absence. The proposal having economic value, and there being no known trouble in Sialpore just then, the State Department had consented. The worst of that was that there was no one now in actual close touch with Gungadhura.
Then search the house, and report to me anything unusual that you find in it! Go!" After several stiff brandies and soda Gungadhura then conceived a plan that might have been dangerous supposing Yasmini to have been less alert, and supposing that she really knew the secret.
And, being a ruminant fat mortal, the priest sat so still considering on which side of the equation his own bread might be buttered as to cause the impression that the room was empty; whereas only the maharajah had left it. And a little later the babu Sita Ram came in. Gungadhura was in no mood to be trifled with.
But if Gungadhura found it in the hills, and kept quiet about it as he doubtless would, he'd have every sedition-monger in India in his pay within a year, and the consequences might be very serious." "Who is the other man the one the British didn't choose?" asked Tess. "A very decent chap named Utirupa quite a sportsman.
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