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Labertouche followed and with the aid of a small electric pocket-lamp discovered another socket for the lever. A moment later the slab moved back into place, and the Englishman dropped the metal bar. "If there were only some way of locking that opening," he gasped, "we'd be fairly safe. As it is, we'll have to look nippy.
"Labertouche!" "Surprised you, eh?" The Englishman grinned with pleasure, pumping Amber's arm cordially. "I don't mind owning that I meant to." "Well, considering that this is positively your first appearance as yourself on the stage of my life, you don't deserve any credit for being able to deceive me.
"It is an order, Johar. The woman is to be brought to the Hall of the Bell." "You have the word?" The Mahar lowered his sword. "It hath been said to me that " Labertouche stumbled over his feet, and caught the speaker for support. The native gurgled in a sodden fashion, dropped his sword, stared stupidly at Labertouche, and put an uncertain hand to his throat.
And Labertouche was unmarried, unconnected with the Government, and independent of his profession; certainly it would seem that the slender stream of clients which trickled in and out of the little offices on Dhurrumtollah Street, near the Maidan, could hardly have provided him with a practice lucrative enough to be a consideration.
"Only Labertouche would have to communicate with me by such stealth," he considered. "Besides, that reference to the photograph " He slipped hurriedly into his clothing and ostentatiously dropped the pistol into his right-hand coat-pocket. "I'm ready," he told the man. "Lead the way; and remember, if there's any treachery afoot, you'll be the first to suffer for it, Dulla Dad."
Your time will come; you're doing famously now." "Thank you." "Good-afternoon. Lock the door as you leave." Immediately that he found himself alone, Labertouche made of Quain's letter a second burnt offering to prejudice upon the tray of hammered brass.
You're bent on jumping blindfold and with your hands tied into the seething pool of infamy and intrigue that is India. And I won't stand for it. Don't think for an instant that I'm going to let you go without doing everything I can to make things as pleasant as possible for you.... No; Labertouche is your man."
He'll be invaluable to you, and you can trust him as you would Doggott. Go to him in my name you'll need no other introduction and tell him what you've told me." "That's impossible. Rutton expressly prohibited my mentioning his name to any one in India." "Oh, very well. You haven't, have you? And you won't have to. I'll take care of that, when I write and tell Labertouche you're coming."
May I see this ring this Token?" Unbuttoning his shirt, Amber produced the Eye from the chamois bag. Labertouche studied it for a long time in silence, returning it with an air of deep perturbation. "The thing is strange to me," he said.
If I don't, I shall understand you've taken the first morning train to Darjeeling. I think that's all." As Amber left the room Labertouche extinguished the lamp, shut and locked the door, and followed, catching Amber by the arm and guiding him through pitch darkness to the head of the stairs. "Don't talk," he whispered; "trust me."
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