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Let it be said, for thy wisdom to unravel, that therefore Leh Shin felt mirth in his mind, knowing that the heart of his foe was wrung as the Dhobie wrings the soiled garment." Shiraz fell silent and looked up from the floor at the face of his master, who got up and stretched himself. "Is my bath ready, Shiraz?"
Perhaps, Ruler and King, the little boy is gone dead." "You ask me that, you devil?" "It is for the servant to ask," said Leh Shin, dropping his lids for a second. "Now, get out," said Joicey, between his clenched teeth. "And if you come here to me again, at night, I'll kill you." "The Great One will not do that," said Leh Shin, placidly. "My assistant waits for me.
Mhtoon Pah, or his emissary, would have priced everything in the shop down to the most maggot-eaten rag before he would have mentioned the subject of lacquer bowls. There was no mystery connected with the bowl, but there was something sickening about Leh Shin's shop, and something utterly horrible about his assistant.
The thought of coming out upon Mhtoon Pah crossed his mind, but his instinct held him back. He wondered desperately where Leh Shin had gone, and if he would come in upon the Burman making his strange prayer. Still Mhtoon Pah repeated the words and swayed to and fro before the image of the Buddha, and the very moments seemed to pause and listen with Coryndon.
That thou hast not such a bowl by thee, neither that thy assistant, when he seeks the bed for myself and the lesser bed for my friend, could not look craftily into the shop of this merchant, and ask the price as he passeth, if so be that Mhtoon Pah has such a bowl to sell?" Leh Shin spat ferociously.
Coryndon watched him go, and went back to his corner to wait until Leh Shin should return from either the gambling den or the Joss House.
A breath, a shadow, or a flame, but not a man." He lay on the ground and dug his nails into the floor. "I know the shop from within and without, and I know that the lock opens with difficulty but to one key, the key that hangs on a chain around the neck of Mhtoon Pah." Silence fell again as Leh Shin wrestled with the problem that confronted him.
"Ah, ah," said the Chinaman, his eyes dull and fixed. "And 'ah, ah' to thee," retorted the assistant, who found the response lacking in interest. "I would I knew where it was hidden." With a sudden change of manner he squatted near the ear of Leh Shin and talked in a soft whisper.
The moments were full of the tense agony of suspense, and he peered cautiously out from under the silk blind. A late passer-by went slowly up the street, and Leh Shin's heart beat a loud obbligato to the sound of his wooden pattens. By craning his neck as the man passed, he could just distinguish the Burman crouching behind the wooden man, who blandly indicated the heavy padlock.
This pleased the Government, anxious to avoid expense, and a bond was made for so many rupees a month that Hilas and Bunar should guard the Passes as soon as the State's troops were withdrawn. At that time it was after we two met I, who had been selling tea in Leh, became a clerk of accounts in the Army.
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