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"Your visit to me at Chitipur," she replied, and the words took his breath away. Why, he had travelled to Chitipur merely to save her. He leaned forward eagerly but she anticipated him. She smiled at him with an indulgent forgiveness. "Oh, why did you come? But I know." "Do you?" Thresk asked. Here at all events she was wrong. "Yes.
His voice rose to a veritable menace as he sketched the future which awaited them and then sank again. "How's London!" he growled, harping scornfully on the unfortunate phrase. Ballantyne had had luck that night. He had chanced upon two of the banalities of ordinary talk which give an easy occasion for the bully. Thresk's twenty-four hours to give to Chitipur provided the best opening.
She leaned back against the cushions of the victoria. A clear dark sky of stars wonderfully bright stretched above her head. After the hot day a cool wind blew pleasantly on the hill, and between the trees of the gardens she could see the lights of the city and of a ship here and there in the Bay at their feet. "But it's not very likely that Thresk will find them at Chitipur," said Repton.
I give it to the gardener. All letters are sent to his Excellency." "When?" "Perhaps this week, perhaps next." "I see," said Thresk. He stood for a moment or two with his eyes upon the window. Then he moved abruptly. "We go back to Bombay to-morrow afternoon." "The Sahib will see Chitipur to-morrow. There are beautiful palaces on the lake." Thresk laughed, but the laugh was short and bitter.
"Wasn't it natural since I was going to Chitipur?" he asked, and Ballantyne was appeased. "Well, the Rajah of Bakutu had that photograph and he gave it to me when I left the State. He came down to the station to see me off. He was too near Poona to be comfortable with that in his pocket. He gave it to me on the platform in full view, the damned coward. He wanted to show that he had given it to me.
She saw Thresk redden as she uttered them, and a swift wild hope flamed like a rose in her heart: if this man with the brains and the money and the perseverance sitting at her side should turn out to be the Perseus for her beautiful chained Andromeda, far away there in the state of Chitipur! The lines of a poem came into her thoughts.
Repton had been the witness, and which she related now, invested Ballantyne with horror. Thresk had left the camp at Chitipur with an angry contempt for him. The contempt passed out of his feelings altogether as he sat in Mrs. Repton's drawing-room. "I am not telling you what Stella has confided to me," said Mrs. Repton.
"So you could actually give four-and-twenty hours to Chitipur, Mr. Thresk. That was most kind and considerate of you. Chitipur is grateful. Let us drink to it! By the way what will you drink? Our cellar is rather limited in camp. There's some claret and some whisky-and-soda." "Whisky-and-soda for me, please," said Thresk. "And for me too.
Then for the moment his work was done. He had only to wait and he did not wait long. On the very next morning his newspaper informed him that Inspector Coulson of the Bombay Police had left for Chitipur. The Inspector was a young man devoted to his work, but he travelled now upon a duty which he would gladly have handed to any other of his colleagues.
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