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Men figured in his thoughts as the instruments of policy; their womenfolk as so many hindrances or aids to the fulfilment of their allotted tasks. Thus Linforth's death troubled him greatly, since Linforth was greatly concerned in one great undertaking. Moreover, the scheme had been very close to Linforth's heart, even as it was to Luffe's.
"His widow lives in a little house at the wrong end of Curzon Street." "But she is wearing to-night very beautiful pearls," said Sybil Linforth quietly. Sir John Casson moved suddenly in his chair. Moreover, Sybil Linforth's eyes were at that moment resting with a quiet scrutiny upon his face. "It was difficult to see exactly what she was wearing," he said.
Linforth had done his best to hinder it, as Ralston had bidden him to do, but he had failed, and the Road would go on to the foot of the Hindu Kush. Old Andrew Linforth's words came back to his mind: "Governments will try to stop it; but the power of the Road will be greater than the power of any Government. It will wind through valleys so deep that the day's sunshine is gone within the hour.
To Linforth's thinking it was only "just not" with Shere Ali, too. Linforth saw his companion coming towards him from the restaurant. He held out his hand. "I have got to go," he said. "I too," replied Violet. But she detained him. "I want to tell you," she said hurriedly. "Long ago in Peshawur do you remember? I told you there was someone else a better mate for you than I was.
"Yes, I shall," replied Linforth, and the frown gathered afresh upon his forehead. "He dines to-morrow night with me at Chatham." "Then I want to ask you something," she continued. "I want you not to mention to him that I am paying a visit to India in the cold weather." Linforth's face cleared in an instant. "I am glad that you have made that request," he said frankly.
He had tottered for a moment, then he had recovered himself. But the earthen jar which he carried on his head had fallen and been smashed to atoms. Again the three made a simultaneous movement, but this time it was a movement of joy. Again an exclamation burst from Shere Ali's lips, but now it was a cry of triumph. He stood erect, and at once he turned to go. As he turned he met Linforth's gaze.
He pulled at his grey moustache thoughtfully, and asked: "Have the sons the Road in common, too?" A shadow darkened Sybil Linforth's face. She sat silent for some seconds, and when she answered, it was with a great reluctance. "I believe so," she said in a low voice, and she shivered. She turned her face towards Casson.
There was an intimation, subtly yet most clearly conveyed, that Ralston who spoke had in his day trampled his ambitions and desires beneath his feet in service to the Government, and asked no more now from Linforth than he himself had in his turn performed. "I, too, have lived in Arcady," he added. It twas this last intimation which subdued the protests in Linforth's mind.
But Linforth's ill-humour promised her a way of escape. He was rather silent during the earlier part of their supper. They had a little table to themselves, and while she talked, and talked with now and then an anxious glance at Linforth, he was content to listen or to answer shortly. Finally she said: "I suppose you will not see your friend again before he starts?"
The troops will come up and trample down Wafadar Nazim and Abdulla Mahommed. They are not the danger. The road will go on again, even though Linforth's dead. No, the man whom I am afraid of is the son of the Khan." Dewes stared, and then said in a soothing voice: "He will be looked after." "You think my mind's wandering," continued Luffe. "It never was clearer in my life.
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