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Ponds were dragged, wells were plumbed, telegrams were despatched down the lines of railways and to the nearest seaport town-twelve hundred miles away; but Imray was not at the end of the drag-ropes nor the telegraph wires. He was gone, and his place knew him no more.
Then he followed me, and we lit tobacco and thought. Strickland thought. I smoked furiously, because I was afraid. 'Imray is back, said Strickland. 'The question is -who killed Imray? Don't talk, I've a notion of my own. When I took this bungalow I took over most of Imray's servants. Imray was guileless and inoffensive, wasn't he?
'It strikes me, said he, putting down the lamp, 'our friend Imray has come back. Oh! you would, would you? There was a movement under the cloth, and a little snake wriggled out, to be back-broken by the butt of the mahseer-rod. I was sufficiently sick to make no remarks worth recording. Strickland meditated, and helped himself to drinks.
Some of the charts brought on board by Captain Runciman were published by Messrs. Imray, of London, and in one of them it is represented that a fine fixed light has been established on Cape Virgins. This we knew to be an impossibility, not only on account of the general character of the country, but because no indication is given of the light in our newest Admiralty charts.
The West can go so far with the East but no farther. Brave men of the West may conquer the East and rule it, but to take liberties with it is to uncover a vast realm of the unknown and to invite disaster. In "The Return of Imray," a good-natured Englishman pats the head of Bahadur Khan's child and is killed for it.
The man stooped over the case; handed barrels, stock, and fore-end to Strickland, who fitted all together, yawning dolefully. Then he reached down to the gun-case, took a solid-drawn cartridge, and slipped it into the breech of the '360 Express. 'And Imray Sahib has gone to Europe secretly! That is very strange, Bahadur Khan, is it not? 'What do I know of the ways of the white man. Heaven-born?
Then the work of the great Indian Empire swept forward, because it could not be delayed, and Imray from being a man became a mystery such a thing as men talk over at their tables in the Club for a month, and then forget utterly. His guns, horses, and carts were sold to the highest bidder.
The doors were wide, the story saith, Out of the night came the patient wraith, He might not speak, and he could not stir A hair of the Baron's minniver Speechless and strengthless, a shadow thin, He roved the castle to seek his kin. And oh,'twas a piteous thing to see The dumb ghost follow his enemy! Imray achieved the impossible.
The arrangement under the cloth made no more signs of life. 'Is it Imray? I said. Strickland turned back the cloth for a moment, and looked. 'It is Imray, he said; 'and his throat is cut from ear to ear. Then we spoke, both together and to ourselves: 'That's why he whispered about the house. Tietjens, in the garden, began to bay furiously.
'It is in my mind, Bahadur Khan, that I have worked thee remorselessly for many days -ever since that time when thou first earnest into my service. What time was that? 'Has the Heaven-born forgotten? It was when Imray Sahib went secretly to Europe without warning given; and I-even I-came into the honoured service of the protector of the poor. 'And Imray Sahib went to Europe?
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