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"As for this story of Sahib Linforth, I do not believe a word of it." The Diwan nodded his head. "It was believed that you would reply in this way. "Therefore here are proofs." He drew from his dress a silver watch upon a leather watch-guard, a letter-case, and to these he added a letter in Linforth's own hand. He handed them to Luffe.
Oliver's eyes, which had been quietly resting upon Linforth's face, turned towards Shere Ali, and as quietly rested upon his. "Then, perhaps, you can tell me," said Colonel Fitzwarren, "how it was I never saw a tiger in India, though I stayed there four months. A most disappointing country, I call it. I looked for a tiger everywhere and I never saw one no, not one."
That string of pearls had made the difference between Sir John's estimate of Violet Oliver last year and his estimate of her this season. Violet Oliver took a quick step forward when she caught sight of Linforth's tall and well-knit figure coming towards her; and the smile with which she welcomed him was a warm smile of genuine pleasure.
"After supper," she replied, and she laid her hand within Linforth's arm. But Shere Ali did not give way. "Where shall I find you?" he asked. "By the door, here." And upon that Shere Ali's voice changed to one of appeal. There came a note of longing into his voice. He looked at Violet Oliver with burning eyes. He seemed unaware Linforth was standing by.
"He has found him," he cried. "Shere Ali is in Ajmere." It took a moment or two for the words to penetrate to Linforth's mind. Then he said slowly: "Oh! Shere Ali's in Ajmere. I must start for Ajmere to-morrow." Ralston looked up from his letters and glanced at Linforth. Something in the abstracted way in which Linforth had spoken attracted his attention. He smiled: "Yes, it's a pity," he said.
"Anyhow, he's going to the big school next term," he said; "that is, if you haven't changed your mind since you last wrote to me, and I hope you haven't changed your mind. All that he wants really," the Colonel added with unconscious cruelty, "is companions of his own age. He passed in well, didn't he?" Sybil Linforth's face lost for the moment all its apprehension.
It was characteristic of Luffe that he should feel so little concern in the domestic side of Linforth's life. He was not very human in his outlook on the world. Questions of high policy interested and engrossed his mind; he lived for the Frontier, not so much subduing a man's natural emotions as unaware of them.
The road had been cut behind Linforth and his coolies. No news had come from him. No supplies could reach him. Luffe, who was in the country to the east of Chiltistan, had been informed. He had gathered together what troops he could lay his hands on and had already started over the eastern passes to Linforth's relief. But it was believed that the whole province of Chiltistan had risen.
"In time you will rule in Chiltistan. That is certain." But he checked her with a shake of the head. "Certain? There is the son of Abdulla Mohammed, who fought against my father when Linforth's father was killed. It is likely enough that those old days will be revived. And I should have the priests against me."
He was killed upon the road by my uncle's people." "I have put you into the next room to his. If you will come with me I will show you." Mr. Pollard led the way along a passage into the boys' quarters. "This is your room. There's your bed. Here's your 'burry," pointing to a bureau with a bookcase on the top. He threw open the next door. "This is Linforth's room.
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