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In the morning, after it is known that I have escaped, word shall be sent to Samson sahib that the women in this palace have nothing but poisoned food to eat. He must beard Gungadhura about that or lose his own standing with the English." "But how will you escape?" "Nay, that is not the difficulty. Your husband and Tom Tripe are waiting with the carriage. My part is easy.
So word of her life among the women did not travel swiftly to official ears, as that of a male intriguer would certainly have done. Utirupa was busy all day long with polo, and the Powers that Be were sure of it, and pleased. What Gungadhura knew, or guessed, was another matter; but Gungadhura had his own hands full just then.
The iron bent inward, and it was plainly only a matter of minutes before the bolt would go. The gateman came creeping to Yasmini's side, and, with yellow fangs showing in a grin meant to be affectionate, displayed an Afghan tulwar. "Ismail!" she said. "I thought you were afraid and ran to hide!" "Nay!" he answered. "My life is thine, Princess! Gungadhura took away all weapons, but this I hid.
Yet even Patali did not know the real reason why Gungadhura lusted for possession of that small house on the hill. She believed it was for a house of pleasure for herself. "Persuade the American gold-digger to transfer the lease of it," she suggested. "He is thy servant. He dare not refuse."
Look out, When the seemingly sold understand! All's planned, For the cook of the stew to be canned Out o' hand, When the due to be choused understand! "It means, the toils are closing in on Gungadhura!" Within the palace Tess was reveling in vaudeville In the first place, Yasmini had no Western views on modesty.
And with a lightning ability peculiar to her she saw how to improve her own plan by yielding. "That is settled, then," she said lazily. "Your husband shall continue to dig near the fort, if he so wishes. But let him show Samson sahib some specimens of the gold how little it is how feeble how uncertain. Be sure he does that, please. That will be the end of Gungadhura.
"Gungadhura himself shall insist on it!" "What? On starting again in a new place?" Yasmini nodded. "Only do as I say, and Gungadhura himself shall insist." "What do you wish me to do?" Tess was beginning to feel alarmed again. She knew to a rupee how much Gungadhura had been obliged to pay out for the digging.
He has been able to discover, by cross-examining some witnesses beggars, I believe, who haunt the house, that Mukhum Dass got to the place ahead of Gungadhura, burgled the cellar, removed something of great value to Gungadhura, and went off with it. On the way home he was murdered." "The murder of Mukhum Dass was known very soon afterward, of course, to the police," said Norwood.
Dick's poker face was in perfect working order by the time they reached the light. But he stood with his back to the sun and let Samson have the worst of the position. "You're wasting time and money, Blaine. I've come to tell you so." "Now that's good of you." "Your contract with Gungadhura is not worth the paper it's written on." "How so?" "He will not be maharajah after noon today!"
"How do we know that Gungadhura hasn't killed your husband, or shut him up somewhere?" Yasmini answered, and Tess had an attack of cold chills that rendered her speechless for a moment. She threw it off with a prodigious effort. "But I've no weapon of any kind, and you can't kill Gungadhura, three eunuchs and the guard as well!" she argued presently.
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