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"I don't mean no 'arm, sir; it was just their 'ounding him, like, and 'is being a dark-complected man the syme as them, and speakin' their language so ready, that made me think it. At least 'e might 'ave 'ad a little of their blood in 'im, sir. Things 'd seem unaccountable otherwise," concluded Doggott vaguely. "It's impossible!" cried Amber. "Yes, sir; at least, I mean I 'ope so, sir.
Till then...." He diverged at a tangent. "After all, the world is quite as tiny as the worn-out aphorism has it. To think that you should find me here! It's less than a week since Doggott and I hit upon this place and settled down, quite convinced we had, at last, lost ourselves ... and might have peace, for a little space at least!"
"Without Doggott; I wish him to go with you." "Where?" "On the errand I am going to ask you to do for me. You are free to leave this country for several months?" "Quite. I corrected the final galleys of my 'Analysis of Sanskrit Literature' just before I came down. Now I've nothing on my mind or hands. Go on." "Wait."
"'E'd warned me never to touch that silver tube; 'e never said poison, but I suspected it, 'e being blue and melancholy-like, by fits and turns 'e never told me why." Then, reverently, they took up the body and laid it out upon the hammock-bed, Doggott arranging the limbs and closing the eyes before spreading a sheet over the rigid form. "And now, what, Mr. Amber?" he asked.
It was an order, he said: he had no choice other than to obey. Shabash! Would the sahib be pleased to make up his mind quickly? Perforce, the sahib yielded. "It'll be Labertouche; he's arranged this," he told himself. "That loafer said he'd gone on ahead of us." And comforted he issued his orders to Doggott, who received and acceded to them with all the ill-grace imaginable.
Yet now it seemed as if he had not been far wrong; if Doggott were right and Amber had come to believe that the valet was right it was no far cry from the Hindu to the Romany, both offshoots of the Aryan root.
Then, in the shadow of the station, they settled down to wait, bored to extinction. Lulled by the hushed chatter of the telegraph sounder, Doggott nodded and slept audibly; Amber nodded, felt himself going, roused with a struggle, and lapsed into a dreary mid-world of semi-stupor.
Rutton asked me to do him a service. I agreed. He suggested that I take you with me." "I'm ready, sir," interrupted Doggott eagerly. "There's no gentleman I'd like to valet for better than yourself." "But there will be dangers, Doggott I don't know precisely what. That's the rub: we'll have to travel half-way round the world and face unknown perils. If Mr.
"Doggott," he asked in an even, toneless voice, "have you ever mentioned to anybody your suspicion about Mr. Rutton's race?" "Only to you, sir." "That's good. And you won't?" "No, sir." "Have you," continued Amber, looking away and speaking slowly, "ever heard him mention his marriage?" "Never, sir.
Yet irresistibly the conviction was being forced upon him that Doggott had surmised aright. Circumstance backed up circumstance within his knowledge of or his experience with the man, all seeming to prove incontestably the truth of what at the first blush had seemed so incredible.
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