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Updated: May 13, 2025
When Coryndon had fully explained that his friend, who was in the service of Hartley, had not only given him a circumstantial account of how the rag was to be used as final and conclusive evidence of Leh Shin's guilt, but that he had also stolen the rag out of Hartley Sahib's locked box, to be safely returned to him later, Leh Shin almost tore it from between Coryndon's fingers.
I had gone over it with him the day before he sailed, and his pride in it all was very touching." Coryndon nodded his head, and Heath took up the story again, standing with his hands on the back of the chair. "Rydal came back at the end of three months, his wife with him.
"The Sahib can no more travel without my assistance than a babe of one day without his mother. Presently, when the Sahib has drunk a peg, he will return to reason." "The Sahib is not within; he has but now gone out once more, asking from my Sahib for the loan of a prayer-book. Doubtless, there is a Tamasha at the 'Kerfedril, and Coryndon Sahib goes thither to pray."
"Nay, I cannot deliver it unto thee. My word is pledged. Look closely at it, if thou wilt, but it may not leave my hand or I break my oath." He held it under the circle of lamplight, and the Chinaman leaned over his shoulder to look at it. For a long time he examined it carefully, feeling its texture and touching it with light fingers. Coryndon watched him with some interest.
Coryndon watched him go in, heard him curse the Durwan, and then he ran once more, because the stars were growing pale and time was precious.
"I put it to you that you made a mistake," went on Coryndon, "and that in the interests of justice you will now be able to tell me that you remember where you were and what you were doing on that night." Joicey thrust his hands deep into his pockets, his heavy shoulders bent, and his face dogged. "I am prepared to swear on oath that I was not in Mangadone on the night of July the twenty-ninth."
Hartley had spoken of the bestial creature in tones of disgust, but Hartley had not seen him to the same peculiar advantage. Line by line, Coryndon committed the face to his indelible memory, looking at it again in the dark, and brooding over it as a lover broods over the face of the woman he loves, but from very different motives.
Treated in this manner, even a Sunday-school graduate could lull an uneasy conscience, and as far as Coryndon could judge, Absalom was not troubled by any warnings from that silent mentor. Out of the brain of Leh Shin's assistant the great scheme had leapt full-grown, and it only required a little careful preparation to put it into action.
"And so ends the tale of his great evil; he that was my friend," said Coryndon, rising from his heels as he finished his story. "The hour grows late and there is no comfort in the night, since I may not find oblivion." He passed his hand stupidly over his forehead.
"But he is finished with for the present." Coryndon looked up. "I suppose one is inclined to mix up a man with his profession, as people often mix up nationalities with races, forgetting that they are absolutely apart. Heath is not my idea of a clergyman." "And what is your idea?" asked Mrs. Wilder, with a smile that was slightly encouraging. "A man with less temperament," said Coryndon slowly.
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