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Updated: September 8, 2025
Just the hour when Shiraz was lying on his mat asleep, and when Leh Shin slept, and Mhtoon Pah drowsed against his cushion from Balsorah, each dreaming after his own fashion; and it was an hour when white men were sure to be in their bungalows. Hartley was lying in a chair in the veranda, and all through Mangadone men rested from toil and relaxed their brains after the morning's work.
Absalom's life or death had no outward connection with the Head of the Mangadone Banking Firm, it had nothing in all its days to bring it into touch with Rydal and Rydal's tragedy Rydal whom Coryndon had never seen.
"I hadn't heard that." Fitzgibbon laughed. "It's something to be a friend of Mrs. Wilder that is, in Mangadone." They sped on over the level road, and the car swung through the streets that led towards the open space before the temple. "That is the curio dealer's shop. Don't get any of your stuff there. The man's a robber." "Which shop?" asked Coryndon patiently.
A plethoric man, Joicey, a man who got up and sat down heavily, a man who looked at his business and not beyond it, and never troubled Society. He probably knew that Heath lived in Mangadone, that was if Heath banked with him; otherwise, he might easily not have known it. He knew of the Wilders. He knew what Draycott Wilder owned, and he knew that Mrs.
"I put it to you that you made a mistake," went on Coryndon, "and that in the interests of justice you will now be able to tell me that you remember where you were and what you were doing on that night." Joicey thrust his hands deep into his pockets, his heavy shoulders bent, and his face dogged. "I am prepared to swear on oath that I was not in Mangadone on the night of July the twenty-ninth."
The friendship between them dated back to the days when Leh Shin and Mhtoon Pah were small boys running together in the streets of Mangadone, and no antipathy that is a first instinct has ever the depth of root given to the bitterness that can spring from a breach in long friendship, and Leh Shin and Mhtoon Pah hated as only old friends ever do hate.
My Superintendent swears that he did go down Paradise Street on the night of the twenty-ninth, but Joicey is ill, and he said he wasn't in Mangadone then. He has been seedy for some time and may have mixed up dates." "You attach no importance to him?" "Practically none." Hartley leaned back in his chair and lighted a cheroot. Coryndon touched the piece of silk rag with his hand.
If you go on like this, Mr. Hartley, you will make yourself the most popular man in Mangadone. Take my advice and let Absalom come back in his own way. Perhaps he is looking for my bowl." She turned her head and glanced at some cards that the bearer had brought in on a tray. "Show the ladies in, Gulab." In a few minutes the room was full of voices and laughter, and Mrs.
Dust lay thick along the road that led through the very heart of the native quarter of Mangadone; dust raised into a misty haze which hung in the air and actually introduced a light undernote of red into the effect.
Social life went its way in Mangadone much as it had before the 29th of July, but Hartley was not allowed to rest and feel comfortable and easy for very long. Mhtoon Pah waylaid him in the dark when he was riding home from the Club, and waited for him for hours in his bungalow.
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