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He recognized the man in a moment. It was Coja Solomon, Mr. Merriman's rascally agent of Cossimbazar. He was half dead with pain and fright. Desmond cut him loose and hurried him out of the stifling room into the open, where Bulger revived him with copious douses of water until he was sufficiently recovered to explain his unhappy plight. "God be praised!" exclaimed the Armenian fervently.
Though it sounded wild and unlikely, then was a ring of truth in Merriman's manner which went far to convince the other of its accuracy. He did not believe, either that anyone could have invented such a story. It's very improbability was an argument for its truth. And if it were true, what a vista it opened up to himself!
They were accompanied by a crowd of the inhabitants, lively with curiosity about the engagement of so many vehicles. The gumashta came up with the first cart, his face clouded with anxiety. He recognized the Babu at once, and said that while he had fulfilled the order he had received on Mr. Merriman's behalf, he had done it in fear and trembling.
At the old chateau they had a pleasant alfresco lunch, after which Captain Beamish took a number of photographs of the party with his pocket Kodak. Merriman's announcement of his and Hilliard's impending departure had been met with a chorus of regrets, but though these sounded hearty enough, Hilliard noticed that no definite invitation to stay longer was given.
"Margaret Merriman's mother died when she was an infant in arms, just like your ma, Barbara, and left her to her pa. Her pa didn't marry again, though several was settin' their caps for him on account of him bein' young and handsome and havin' a lot of money. I suppose bein' a widower had somethin' to do with it, too. It does beat all how women will run after a widower.
They are on a visit to Watts Sahib, at Cossimbazar." Merriman's face fell, but he had no time to say more, for he was accosted by a friend. "Glad to see you back, Mr. Merriman. I've wanted your voice on the Council for some time past." "Is anything wrong, Mr. Holwell?" asked Merriman anxiously. "Everything is wrong.
But, s'I, without waitin' for 'em to bu'st out, 'there's more important business than that afoot for the marshal; an' then I told 'em about Sum Merriman's flowers. 'An', s'I, 'you'd better come an' see about that now an' let Eppleby an' the others take down the inmates, an' you go after 'em on the 8.05. It ain't often, s'I, crafty, 'that we get a thief in Friendship.
Merriman, a pleasant journey to you. You will excuse my not going farther with you, but I am really supposed to be busy." He turned to his daughter with a smile. "You, Madeleine, can see Mr. Merriman to the road?" He shook hands, declined Merriman's request to be allowed to pay for the petrol and, cutting short the other's thanks with a wave of his arm, turned back to the shed.
But if we go by water we can muffle our oars and drop down absolutely silently to the wharf. There are bound to be steps, and it would be easy to get up without making any noise." Merriman's emphatic nod expressed his approval. "Good," he cried warmly. "What about getting a boat to-morrow and having a try that night?" "I think we should. There's another thing about it too.
She was in hiding with Surendra Nath, one of Mr. Merriman's men. I heard that Diggle Peloti, sir was about to attempt her recapture, and I felt that you yourself, had you been in my place, would have tried to save the ladies." Clive grunted. "Go on, sir," he said. "We found the place just in time, sir. Diggle came up with a couple of Frenchmen and a troop of native horse.
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