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Y and Mulji whom the colonel had nicknamed the "mute general" to keep him company. Our respected president was bathed in his own perspiration, and even Narayan the unchangeable yawned and sought consolation in a fan. But the Babu was simply astonishing.
"Who gave thee leave to name me?" "Pardon, O Lion of Petra! But the woman yonder, boasting with proper pride that she is Your Honor's wife, bade us approach and pay respect." On my left I heard Narayan Singh muttering obscenities through set teeth.
The sentry turned out the guard, who let us through the gate after a word with Narayan Singh; and the man who leaned on his bayonet under the portico at the end of the drive admitted us without any argument at all. I suppose he thought that having come that far we must be people in authority.
Grim didn't even trouble to get out of bed, but listened without comment to my version of Narayan Singh's report, and Jeremy went back to sleep chuckling; so I held a silent wake over Yussuf Dakmar, keeping some more of the doped whisky ready in case he should look like recovering too soon. I even searched him, finding nothing worthy of note, except that he had remarkably little money.
But the truth they have accepted, as I have said, works just like acid and destroys their argument almost as fast as they build it up. In the few cases when that doesn't happen, they break down altogether and confess. Anyhow, Grim, who taught me what I have just written, refused to listen to their bleating until Narayan Singh first told in their hearing all that he knew about the night's events.
They've got a letter that they think is that one. The minute they find out we've fooled them there'll be ructions." "I am good at ructions!" Hadad answered. "My friend Narayan Singh is forward watching them," said Grim. "What they'll probably try when they make the discovery will be to have the lot of us arrested at some wayside station. I propose to forestall them."
"I have only one Guru and only one God on earth, as in heaven," answered Narayan; and I saw that he was very unwilling to speak. "And while I live, I shall not desert them." "I know who is his Guru and his God!" thoughtlessly exclaimed the quick-tongued Babu. "It is the Takur Sahib. In his person both coincide in the eyes of Narayan."
The Shereefian officers stood back at a respectful distance, ready to salute when the personage should deign to alight. "What shall be done with the memsahib's hat?" demanded Narayan Singh. You could only see the whites of his eyes, but he shook something in his right hand. "Eat it!" Grim answered. "Heavens! That's my best hat!" objected Mabel. "Give it here. I'll carry it under the cloak."
You need clever fellows with you if you go to sup with Ali Higg." "Well? Are you coming?" "Taib. We are ready. But " "On my terms!" "But the pay is nothing!" "So is my pay nothing! This man" he pointed to me "gets no pay at all. Narayan Singh, the Sikh, gets less pay than a policeman." "Then what is the profit?" "For you? The honor of keeping your word.
"A Persian! A cursed heretic!" A look of pained surprise was the best retort I could accomplish; but Narayan Singh came to the rescue again. He thumped a fist on his chest as if it were a drum, and glared indignantly. "Would I, a Pathan of the Orakzai, demean myself by being servant to a Persian?" he demanded. "Lo! We bring gifts. What manner of desert man are you that reward us with insults!"
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