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Here, in a huge room, were bookkeepers, stenographers, clerks, filing cabinets, desks, typewriters with several cubicles glassed off for the more important employees and minor executives. "We have tried," said Rangar, "to retain as far as possible the old methods and systems. Your father, Mr. Foote, is conservative. He clings to the ways of his father and his grandfather."
Hawthorne?" said the head of the business. "The men seem very determined this time. I'm afraid too severe action on our part will make trouble." "Trouble?" "A strike," said Hawthorne. "We're loaded with contract orders, Mr. Foote. A strike at this time " "Rangar," said Mr.
See what you wear on your wrist!" "That is a loan," said King, uncovering the bracelet. "I shall give it back to her when we meet." "See what she says when you meet!" laughed the Rangar, taking a cigarette from his jeweled case with an air and smiling as he lighted it. "There is your tent, sahib."
"And fall heir to a blood-feud with every second man I chance upon! A Hill-man is cousin to a hundred others, and what say they in the 'Hills'? 'to hate like cousins, eh? All cousins are at war. As a Rangar I have left my cousins down in India. Better be a converted Hindu and be despised by some than have cousins in the 'Hills'! Besides do I speak like a Hillman?" "Aye!
"So long, sir," said King, and each went about his own business, King with the Rangar, and Ismail and all thirty prisoners at his heels, and Courtenay alone, but that much more determined. "I'll find out," the major muttered, "how she got up the Pass without my knowing it. Somebody's tail shall be twisted for this!"
"Major Courtenay has just told me," said King, "that nobody resembling Yasmini has gone up the Pass recently. Can you explain?" "You see, I've been watching the Pass," explained Courtenay. The Rangar shook his head, blew smoke through his nose and laughed. "And you did not see her go?" he said, as if he were very much amused. "No," said Courtenay. "She didn't go."
The Afridi's eyes furtively sought Rewa Gunga's and found no aid there. Watching the Rangar less furtively, but even less obviously, King was aware that his eyes were nearly closed, as if they were not interested. The fingers that clasped his knee drummed on it indifferently, seeing which King allowed himself to smile. "Never mind," he told Ismail. "It is no matter.
Rewa Gunga took pen and paper and set a mark against some thirty of the names, for King had a manner that disarmed refusal. "Where are the others?" he asked him, after a glance at it. "In jail, or else over the border." "Already?" The Rangar nodded. "Trust Yasmini! She saw to that jolly well before she left Delhi! She would have stayed had there been anything more to do!"
"I don't care to hear what we offered him. Such details are distasteful, Rangar. That's what I hire you for, isn't it?" "Yes, sir.... Anyhow, Mr. Foote, he couldn't be bought." "Yes.... Yes. Well, we'll have to continue along the lines we've been following. They have been not unsuccessful." "True enough. It's just a question of time now. It might do some good, Mr.
"Perhaps she sent me to warn you!" "Well," said King, "my brother commanded at Ali Masjid Fort. There are things I must ask her. How did she know that head was my brother's? What part had she in taking it from his shoulders? What did she mean by that song of hers?" The Rangar chuckled softly. "There are no fools in the world like Englishmen! Listen! You are being offered life and liberty!
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