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Dewani, you have the subtlety of a good poker player and have passed the buck to me." The Brahmin looked hurt. "Sirdar," he said, "you are the commander of matters of war, which this is. You stand here in the city of tents as Sindhia; I am but the man of accounts; it is well as it is.
The Dewan, also speaking in English, said, "I doubt if Ajeet would consent to the girl's going to the Pindari camp." Nana Sahib swung on his heel to face Baptiste. "Sirdar, when you give an order to a soldier and he refuses to obey, what do you do?" "Pouf, mon Prince," and Jean Baptiste snapped a thumb and finger expressively. "See, Dewani?"
Even that the Dewan stood in Baptiste's shadow in the affair was another something that only caused the Frenchman to remark sardonically: "Dewani, the English sahibs have a delectable game of cards named poker in which there is an observance called passing the buck; when a player wishes to avoid the responsibility of a bet he passes the buck to the next man.
Nana Sahib, holding the cigarette to his lips between two fingers gazed mockingly at the large-paunched Brahmin. Then he said; "I see the illuminating light of understanding in your eyes, Dewani a subtle comprehension. Small wonder that you are Minister to the delightful Sindhia.
If you are making any promises to Karowlee, I should make them in the name of Sindhia through Sirdar Baptiste, of course. And, Dewani, this restless cuss, Amir Khan, might make a treaty with the English any time. The dear fish-eyed Resident has been particularly active my spies can hardly keep up with him. I shouldn't lose any time Ajeet Singh sounds promising."
"Don't mind me, Dewani; fancy all the petty rajas and officials stand in with these decoits for a share of the loot I don't blame you, old chap." Hunsa, taking the accusation of being a liar as a pure matter of course, ignored it, and now was drooling along, wedded to the one big idea that was in his mind: "If a decoity were made perhaps it might even happen that one was killed "
The gold-embroidered cloths Delhi is famous for them made me think of those embroidered in stone which we had just seen in the Dewani Khas. These people seem to dream in curves and flowing lines, as the German dreams in chords and meandering tones, the Italian in colors and ripe forms.
"It would be a merciful thing," Sewlal added "it would save bloodshed." "Well, Dewani, I must depart now. It will be interesting to see what your Bagrees do, especially when they become hungry." For two days the Bagrees sat nursing their wrath at the reproaches of Dewan Sewlal. And the Dewan, in spite of his bold denunciation of the decoits, was uneasy.
You saw the Englishman, Captain Barlow?" "Yes, Dewani. Good soldier, I should say." "Well, Sirdar, we think that he waits here to undertake some mission to Amir Khan. You see, no office can be conducted without clerks, and sometimes clerks talk." The Frenchman twisted nervously at his slim grey moustache. "I comprehend, Dewani," he said presently; "it is expedient that Amir Khan be eliminated."
Passing under a splendid Gothic arch in the centre of a tower, then along a vaulted aisle in the centre of which was an octagonal court of stone, the whole route being adorned with flowers carved in stone and inscriptions from the Koran, we finally gained the court of the palace, in which is situated the Dewani Khas, the famous throne-room which contained the marvelous "peacock throne."
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