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Updated: May 25, 2025
The evening at La Grave in the Dauphiné had borne its fruit. Linforth stood there white with anger against Shere Ali, hot to join in the chase. Ralston understood that if ever he should need a man to hunt down that quarry through peril and privations, here at his hand was the man on whom he could rely. Linforth's eager voice broke in again. "What can I do to help?" Ralston looked up once more.
But for once even that promise failed to stir Dick Linforth into enthusiasm. "I will do my best," he said quietly; and with that Ralston left him. Linforth sat down in his chair and once more took out the crumpled letter. He had walked with the Gods of late, like one immune from earthly troubles. But his bad hour had been awaiting him. The letter was signed Violet.
They were nine miles away from home, as the stream had led them in quite a different direction from Linforth, and, as Leonard expressed it, they had "altogether landed themselves in a jolly pickle". Just at present tea seemed the most pressing necessity, so a council of war was held to see what funds could be mustered for the purpose. These did not amount to very much.
Now his Highness was unwell and could see no one but his physician. At another time he was better so much better, indeed, that he was giving thanks to Allah for the restoration of his health in the Mosque of Shah Jehan. Linforth could not reach him, nor did he ever see him in the streets of Ajmere. He stayed for a week, and then coming to the house one morning he found it shuttered.
I was given permission to try and a hundred Gurkhas to try with. We left camp that night at half-past seven, and crept up the nullah with our blankets to the foot of the climb, and there we waited till the morning." The years of training to which Linforth had bent himself with a definite aim began, in a word, to produce their results.
A landau, with a coachman and groom in scarlet liveries, was waiting for him at the station, and he drove along the broad road through the cantonment to Government House. As the carriage swung in at the gates, a tall, thin man came from the croquet-ground on the left. He joined Dick in the porch. "You are Mr. Linforth?" he said. "Yes."
"But I don't think she was thoughtless. I don't see how she could have known that there was any danger in her friendliness. For she was merely friendly to Shere Ali. I know her myself." The answer was given frankly and simply. For once Ralston was outwitted. Dick Linforth had Violet Oliver to defend, and the defence was well done.
If he wants to, let him! We Linforths belong to the road," and for the third time the phrase recurred, "I am very tired," and upon the phrase the letter broke off. Dewes could imagine Linforth falling forward with his head upon his hands, his eyes heavy with sleep, while from without the tent the patient Chiltis watched until he slept. "How did it happen?" he asked.
One a vague longing for something different from the banal path she daily trod, the other a poignant regret that she was as she was. But Linforth caught the hand which she held out to thrust him off, and, clasping it, drew her towards him. "I love you," he said; and she answered him in desperation: "But you don't know me." "I know that I want you. I know that I am not fit for you."
There was no intonation in his voice which gave to any one sentence a particular meaning; and for a particular meaning Dick Linforth was listening with keen ears. He followed Ralston across the hall to his room, and disappointment gained upon him with every step.
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