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Hokar saw that I loved to hurt living creatures, and he taught me how to strangle cats and dogs and things. No one knew but Hokar that I killed them, and it was thought he ate them. But he didn't. I strangled them because I loved to see them suffer, and because I wished to learn how to strangle in the way the Thugs did." Sylvia was sick with fear and disgust.
His eyes were black and sparkling and he had a well-trimmed moustache which contrasted oddly with his shabby attire. "Hokar is poor: Hokar need money," he whined in a monotone, but with his eyes glancing restlessly round the shop. "Give Hokar give," and he held out the laces. "Don't want any, I tell you," shouted Bart, tartly. "I'll call a peeler if you don't git."
Of course it seemed ridiculous that a Thug should strangle the old man. In the first place, the Thugs have been blotted out; in the second, if any survived, they certainly would not exercise their devilish religion in England, and in the third, Hokar, putting aside his offering strangled victims to Bhowanee, the goddess of the sect, had no reason for slaying an unoffending man.
However, the two sisters have made it up, and Matilda has gone back to 'The Red Pig. She's as decent a creature as Deborah, in another way, and was absolutely ignorant of Maud's wickedness. Hurd guessed that when she spoke to him so freely at Christchurch." "And the Thug?" "Hokar? Oh, he is not really a Thug, but the descendant of one.
I there, yis. But I use no roomal." "Not then, but you did later." Hokar shook his head. "I use no roomal. Zat Sahib one eye bad, ver bad. Bhowanee, no have one eye. No Bhungees, no Bhats, no " "What are you talking about?" said Hurd, angrily. His reading had not told him that no maimed persons could be offered to the goddess of the Thugs.
Krill from the hotel during the early part of July Deborah might induce her to talk freely. Hokar had proved a difficult subject. Whether he was too grateful to Mrs. Krill to speak out, or whether he really did not understand what was asked of him, he certainly showed a talent for holding his tongue.
The next moment Tray was dancing on his body with his tongue out derisively. Then Hokar gave a weird smile. "Kalee!" he said to himself. "Kalee!" How the scene would have ended it is impossible to say, but while Bart strove to rise and overturn Tray, Aaron walked in past the Indian. "What's this?" he asked sharply.
"Well," said Hurd, smoking placidly, "what have you to say, Mr. Hokar?" "I know nozzin'," said the man, sullenly, but in deadly fear. "Yes, you do. Sit still," said Hurd, with sudden sternness. "If you try to run away, I'll have you arrested. Eyes are on you, and you can't take a step without my knowing." Some of this was Greek to the Indian, owing to his imperfect knowledge of English.
Hurd was amazed at the revelation. "Never call me a detective again," he said to Paul. "For I am an ass. I thought Jessop might be guilty, or that Hokar might have done it. I could have taken my Bible oath that Mrs. Krill strangled the man; but I never for one moment suspected that smiling young woman." "Oh," Paul shrugged his shoulders, "she was mad."
The man was so large and uncouth that Hurd felt behind his waist to see that his revolver was loose and could be used should occasion arise. Miss Junk brought in the dinner with her own fair hands, and explained that Hokar had made the curry, but she didn't think it was as good as usual. "The man's shakin' like a jelly," said Matilda. "I don't know why."
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