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Updated: June 14, 2025
Let me introduce you formally to my brother! St. Bernard, my brother-in-law Tommy Denvers." Tommy came in through the window and shook hands with much heartiness. "The khit is seeing to everything. Pleased to meet you, sir! Beastly wet for you, I'm afraid, but there's worse things than rain in India. Hope you had a decent voyage." Bernard laughed in his easy, good-humoured fashion.
Oh, yes, the khit will take care of me, Mr. Harley. He's such a brave man. He kills snakes without the smallest change of countenance. Good-night, Billikins! Take care of yourself. I suppose you'll come back sometime?"
"It's nice of you not to condole with Olga," he said. "I feel inclined to myself. Perhaps, if I am not wanted, I may be allowed to go and have a smoke on the verandah. I am expecting my traps to turn up directly," he added to Olga. "Oh, we must come and see about them," she said. "The khit will show you your room.
He kissed her, and sat down on the edge of the bed, dangling his feet in a pair of violently coloured Oriental slippers. "I see His Excellency has sent us a thing like a clothes-basket full of fruit. Very kind of him, but a trifle overwhelming. There is no mail in yet, but some local parcels have arrived which the khit is sorting with the face of a judge.
There's the khit on the verandah. What does he want?" Will went out to see. Nick, idly watching, saw the native hand him something on a salver which Will took to the lamp by which he had been working. Dead silence ensued. From far away there came the haunting cry of a jackal, but near at hand there was no sound. A great stillness hung upon all things.
"Oh, only for a few hours," she answered. "We arrived this evening, Nick and I." "Nick!" he said. "And you left him behind?" "He is waiting to take me back," she murmured, her face hidden against his shoulder. Again, very tenderly, his hand pressed her forehead. "He must come to us, eh, dear? I will sent the khit down with a note presently. But you are tired out, and must rest.
He had not long been married to Miss Youghal, but he scented in the telegram a chance of return to the old detective work that his soul lusted after, and next night he came in and heard our story. He finished his pipe and said oracularly: "we must get at the evidence. Oorya bearer, Mussalman khit and methraniayah, I suppose, are the pillars of the charge.
Even Futteh Khan, the villainous loafer khit from Mussoorie, shirked risking Tods' displeasure for fear his co-mates should look down on him. So Tods had honour in the land from Boileaugunge to Chota Simla, and ruled justly according to his lights.
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