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Yet she was too staunch to betray the confidence of her friend unless the betrayal meant her friend's salvation. But just as the woman at the end of the table ceased to talk an inspiration came to her. She would say nothing to Thresk, but if he had eyes to see she would place him where the view was good. "I have this to say," she answered in a low quick voice. "Go yourself to Chitipur.
"Well, what are you going to do?" "I am going to write to her to ask her to join me in Bombay," he replied. A long silence followed upon his words. Jane Repton turned to the mantelshelf and moved an ornament here and another one there. She had contemplated this very consequence of Thresk's journey to Chitipur. She had actually worked for it herself. She was frank enough to acknowledge that.
But Jane Repton said something to me in Bombay so true you can get whatever you want if you want it enough, but you cannot control the price you will have to pay. I know, my dear, that I paid too big a price. I trampled down something better worth having." Stella rose suddenly to her feet. "Oh, if I had known that on the night in Chitipur! What a difference it would have made!"
"You mentioned in your note that you had only twenty-four hours to give to Chitipur, didn't you? So I was sure that you would be upon this train." He spoke with a slow precision in a voice which he was careful or so it struck Thresk to keep suave and low; and as he spoke he moved towards the dinner-table and came within the round pool of light. Thresk had a clear view of him.
He saw the moonlit plain in a soft haze, in the middle of it the green lamp of a railway signal and beyond the distant ridge, on which straggled the ruins of old Chitipur. "Look!" cried Ballantyne.
Of course you are going to write a book." "Write a book!" cried Thresk. He was surprised into a laugh. "Not I." Ballantyne leaned forward with a most serious and puzzled face. "You're not writing a book about India? God bless my soul! D'you hear that, Stella? He's actually twenty-four hours in Chitipur and he's not going to write a book about it."
She bore on more than one occasion the marks of his violence; and upon that night in Chitipur, perhaps in a panic and very likely under extreme provocation, she snatched up her rook-rifle and put an end to the whole bad business." "Yes," Thresk agreed, "that was the case for the Crown."
He turned his attention to his own tumbler, into which Baram Singh had already poured the whisky; and at once he exclaimed indignantly: "There's much too much here for me! Good heavens, what next!" and in Hindustani he ordered Baram Singh to add to the soda-water. Then he turned again to Thresk. "But I've no doubt you exhausted Chitipur in your twenty-four hours, didn't you?
The moonlit plain of far-away Chitipur stretched away in front of him to the dim hill where the old silent palaces crumbled; and midway between them and the green signal-lights of the railway the encampment blazed like the clustered lights of a small town. But Thresk learnt more than the facts.
Ballantyne was brought down from Chitipur?" "Yes." "And when the case for the Crown was started?" "Yes." "And when the Crown's witnesses were cross-examined?" "Yes." "Why did you wait then all that time before you came forward?" Pettifer put the question with an air of triumph. "Why, Mr. Thresk, did you wait till the very moment when Mrs.
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