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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Those," said Yasmini, standing between the skeletons and holding up her own light, "are the bones of priests, who died when the secret of the place was taken from them! My father told me they were left to starve to death. This was Jinendra's temple." "D'you suppose they pulled that cut stone from the walls, trying to force a way out?" Dick hazarded.
"This is from Samson sahib. Do you remember how I prayed that Jinendra's priest might think to play me false? I think he has. Some one has been to Samson sahib.
Samson leaned back and scrutinized his visitor with deliberate rudeness. Having the upper hand he proposed to hold it. But Jinendra's high priest was no beginner either in the game of Beggar-my-neighbor. He understood the value of a big trump to begin with, provided there is other ammunition in reserve. "The whereabouts of the treasure of Sialpore is known!"
Jinendra's priest feigned surprise. "Is it not as clear as the stupidity on thy fat face that the ten-times casteless hussy is behind this? Bag of wind and widows' tenths! Now I must buy the house on the hill from Mukhum Dass and pay the brute his price for it!" "Borrowing the money from him first?" the priest suggested with a fat smirk.
Jinendra's high priest hove his bulk out of the leather chair and went through the form of taking leave, contenting himself, too, with the veriest shell of courtesy scorn for such an offer scowling from his fat face. Samson showed him to the door and closed it after him, leaving Babu Sita Ram to do the honors outside in the passage. "I kiss feet!" said the babu. "You must bless me, father.
If she had told some one else already, Samson, for instance, or Jinendra's priest then he would see to it that priest or commissioner, as the case might be, must carry on without the cleverest member of the firm. But he must hurry. Poison apparently would not work and he did not dare murder her outright, much as he would have liked to.
Scowling altogether too round-shouldered for the martial stock he sprang from puffy-eyed, and not so regal as overbearing in appearance, he sat for a few minutes stroking his scented beard upward and muttering to himself. Then some one ventured to tell him where the carriage had been seen waiting, and with what abundant skill it had been watched and tracked from Jinendra's temple to that gate.
Was there any circumstance, or man, or woman who could bind and circumscribe Jinendra's high priest? He laughed at the suggestion of it. Samson was the man to see Samson the man to be inveigled in the nets.
"From Jinendra's priest perhaps." "He has it now? The dog's stray offspring! I will " "Nay, he has it not! Be kind and courteous to Jinendra's priest, or perhaps the god will send the paper after all to Dhulap Singh!" "As to what shall I keep silence?" "Two matters. Firstly Chamu the butler will presently pay his son's debt.
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