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Before it a man stood guard with a naked sword. "Johar!" he greeted them in the Mahar form: "O, warrior!" "Johar!" returned Labertouche, panting heavily. He closed upon the native confidently, but was brought up short by a peremptory sweep of the sword, coupled with an equally imperative demand for an explanation of their haste. The Englishman replied with apparent difficulty, as if half-winded.
Then he lurched heavily and collapsed upon himself. The secret-agent stepped back, dropping the knife he had used. "Poor devil!" he said in a compassionate undertone. "That was cold-blooded murder, Mr. Amber." "Necessary?" gasped Amber, regarding with horror the bloodstained heap of rags and flesh at his feet. "Judge for yourself," said Labertouche coolly, stepping over the body.
Quain's was the second letter. Having merely glanced at the heading and signature, Labertouche had reserved the rather formidable document for Quain had written fully as probably of scant importance, to be dealt with at his absolute leisure. But as he read his expression grew more and more serious and perturbed.
"Thank God!" said Amber from the bottom of his soul; and, "Ah, you would!" cried Labertouche tensely, as Naraini seized the opportunity, when his attention was momentarily diverted, to break for freedom. Amber saw the flash of a steel blade in the woman's hand as she struck at the secret-agent, and the latter, stepping back, deflected the blow with a guarding forearm.
Rowan and Labertouche leaped forward and fell short, so lightning swift she moved; only Amber stood between her and her vengeance. Choking with horror, he put the girl behind him with a resistless hand, and took Naraini to his arms. "Ah, hast thou changed thy mind, Beloved?"
Without notes he enumerated the callers at the office day by day from the time when Labertouche had left for the Mofussil with his specimen-box and the rest of his bug-hunting paraphernalia; naming those known to his employer, minutely describing all others, even repeating their words with almost phonographic fidelity.
"I'd almost given up hope of ever seeing myself again," said Labertouche drily. "But why didn't you ?" "Business, dear boy, business.... I was needed for several days in the neighbourhood of Kathiapur." "It seems as though I'd waited several years for news of Kathiapur. The papers " "There are a good many things that happen in India that fail to get into the newspapers, Amber.
An artistic stain had been added to one of his sleeves by the simple device of smudging it with the blacking from his shoes. As for his hat, with the brim pulled down in front, it was nothing more nor less than shocking. "You'll do," chuckled Labertouche approvingly.
I know now that he was a Rajput though he never told me that; I know that he married a Russian noblewoman" Amber hesitated imperceptibly "that she died soon after, that he chose to live out of India and to die rather than return to it." "He was," said Labertouche, "a singular man, an exotic result of the unnatural conditions we English have brought about in India.
The prologue was plain enough, but how to deal with this its sequel was a problem that taxed his ingenuity. A single solution seemed practicable, of the many he debated: to get in touch with Labertouche and leave the rest to him. He stood for so long in meditation that the Rajput began to show traces of impatience. He moved restlessly, yawned, and at length spoke. "Is not my lord content?
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