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Updated: June 25, 2025
A contract with the British Government would be kept. I won't say a written agreement with Gungadhura is worthless, but " "Oh, he has to pay week by week in advance to cover expenses." "Very wise. But how about if you find gold?" "We get a percentage." Every word of that, as Tess knew, the commissioner could have ascertained in a minute from his office files.
A subtle motive, subtly suspected. It was no new thing in the annals of Indian state affairs, nor anything to get afraid about; but what the State Department desired to know was, why Sir Roland Samson, K. C. S. I., was not keeping a closer eye on Gungadhura, what did he propose as the least troublesome and quietest solution, and would he kindly answer by return.
Nor had she time to wonder why, for Yasmini's methods were breathless. "I shall eat very often at your house. And then you shall take a journey with me. And after that the great pig Gungadhura shall be very sorry he was born, and still more sorry that be tried to poison me!" "Tell me, child, haven't you a mother?" "She died a year ago.
Adding two and two together now by the ancient elastic process, Gungadhura soon reached the stage of absolute conviction that Yasmini was in league with Samson to forestall him in getting control of the treasure of his ancestors; and Gungadhura was a dark, hot-blooded, volcanic-tempered man, who stayed not on the order of his anger but blew up at once habitually.
Gungadhura cursed them, and spent two valuable minutes trying to show them how the trick should be worked, the blood that poured into his beard, and made of his mouth a sputtering crimson mess, not helping to make his raging orders any more intelligible. Presently the second crash came, stronger and more elastic than the first.
Having no least objection to see Gungadhura in the toils, he did not propose to tell him more than would frighten and worry him. "He said that a hand gave him the paper in the dark. It was the work of Jinendra doubtless." "Pah! Thy god functions without thee, then! That is a wondrous bellyful of brains of thine! Do you know that the princess has fled the palace?"
And down the street, helter-skelter on a sweating thoroughbred, came Maharajah Gungadhura Singh just in time to see the back of the carriage as it rumbled in through the gateway and the iron doors clanged behind it.
No doubt Samson lusted for it as sinfully and lustily and craftily as any one. If, thought Gungadhura, Yasmini had a clue to its whereabouts, as she might have, then whoever believed she was not trafficking with the commissioner must be a simpleton.
I hate to see a man broke even a blackguard!" Gungadhura received them at last, seated, in the official durbar room. The bandages were gone from his face, but a strip of flesh-colored court-plaster from eye to lip gave him an almost comical look of dejection, and he lolled in the throne-chair with his back curved and head hung forward, scowling as a man does not who looks forward to the interview.
And it all worked out the way he hoped, even to the offer of a drink good brandy Hennesey's Three Star. "How did you manage it?" asked Samson. "The princess has disappeared. There's a rumor she's over the border in the next state. Gungadhura has seized her palace and rifled it. How did you get my letter to her, and her answer so swiftly?"
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