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Updated: May 31, 2025
"I can't expect you to understand me: you couldn't unless I were to tell you what I may not. But you know me better, perhaps, than any living man save Doggott ... and one other. You know whether or not I would seek to delude you, David. And, knowing that I could not, you know why it seems to me imperative that, this hole being discovered, Doggott and I must betake ourselves elsewhere.
"And a hot toddy and something to eat and be quick about it." "Very good, sir." Rutton's body-servant moved noiselessly to Amber's side, deftly helping him remove his shooting-jacket, whereon snow had caked in thin and brittle sheets. His eyes, grey and shallow, flickered recognition and softened, but he did not speak in anticipation of Amber's kindly "Good-evening, Doggott."
He'll be invaluable to you, and you can trust him as you would Doggott. Go to him in my name you'll need no other introduction and tell him what you've told me." "That's impossible. Rutton expressly prohibited my mentioning his name to any one in India." "Oh, very well. You haven't, have you? And you won't have to. I'll take care of that, when I write and tell Labertouche you're coming."
Keep your hat-brim down and your coat-collar up at the station; and they'll never know you aren't Rutton himself; and you'll have Doggott to back up the deception. So there'll be no questions asked.... Get ready now to trot along, and I'll take care of everything." "There's no way of thanking you." "That's a comfort. Call Doggott now and tell him to get ready. You haven't much time to lose.
This method elicited the Eurasian. He came out, listened attentively to abuse and languidly to their demands for a tonga to bear them to Kuttarpur, and observed that the mail tonga left once a day at three in the afternoon. Doggott caught him as he was on the point of returning to his interrupted repose and called his attention to the unwisdom of his ways.
With a jerk the man sat up and recognised Amber. "Beg pardon, sir," he muttered, lifting himself sluggishly; "I didn't mean to fall asleep I'd only sat down for a moment's rest. Has has anything gone bad, sir?" he added hastily, remarking with troubled eyes the sympathy and concern in Amber's expression. Amber looked away. "Mr. Rutton is dead, Doggott," he managed to say with some difficulty.
Lord! you seem to be pretty comfortable and I've been worrying myself sick for fear you " He swept the room with an approving glance which passed over Doggott and became transfixed as it rested upon the hammock-bed with its burden; and his jaw fell. "What's this? What's this?" He swung upon Amber, appraising with relentless eyes the havoc his night's experience had wrought upon the man.
There's Canada the Hudson Bay region, Labrador...." A discreet knock sounded on the door in the partition, and it was opened gently. Doggott appeared on the threshold, pale and careworn. Rutton paused, facing him. "Well?" "Any orders, sir?" "Yes; begin packing up. We leave to-morrow." "Very good, sir." "That is all to-night." "Yes, sir. Good-night. Good-night, Mr. Amber."
Indeed, he seemed unconscious, for a time, of the presence either of Amber or of Doggott. The servant relieved him of his overcoat and hat, and he strode directly to the fire, bending over to chafe and warm his frost-nipped hands. Unquestionably he laboured under the influence of an extraordinary agitation.
"Thank you, Doggott, that won't be necessary; the sandwiches look mighty good to me." "Thank you, sir. Will there be anything else, Mr. Rutton?" "If there is, I'll call you." "Yes, sir. Good-night, sir. Good-night, Mr. Amber." As Doggott shut himself out of the room, Amber lifted his fragrant glass. "You're joining me, Rutton?" "With all my heart!" The man came forward to his glass.
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