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The sahib had ridden through the jungle from Khanmulla, he said. He gave no name. "Confounded fool!" said Ralston. "No one but a born lunatic would do a thing like that. Go and see what he wants like a good chap, Tommy! I'm busy." Tommy rose with alacrity. His curiosity was aroused. "Perhaps it's Monck," he said. "More likely Barnes," said Ralston.
He stopped abruptly and turned from her. From the room behind them there came a cheery hail. Tommy came tramping through. "Hullo, old chap! You, is it? Has Stella been attending to your comfort? Have you had a drink?" Monck's answer had a sardonic note, "Your sister has been kindness itself as she always is. No drinks for me, thanks. I am just off in Ralston's car to Khanmulla."
"Do you mean Captain Monck, Gerald?" she asked. Major Ralston cast a comprehensive glance around the little group assembled near him, finishing his survey upon Tommy's burning countenance. "Yes Monck," he said. "He's staying with Barnes at Khanmulla to see this affair through. If I were Mrs. Monck I should be pretty anxious about him. He says it's insomnia." "Is he ill?"
So she told herself, even while the shiver of apprehension which she could not control went through her, causing her to draw her wrap more closely about her though there was nought but a pleasant coolness in the soft air that blew across the plain. She and Tommy were to drive with the Ralstons to the ruined palace in the jungle of Khanmulla where the picnic was to take place.
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