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The men wore a gold-trimmed, but now dirty, white linen uniform, wilted by the heat the uniform of Nareda's police. I remarked it to him. "The government lent me the men," Spawn explained. "Of an ordinary time I have only one guard." "But this then, is not an ordinary time?" I hinted. He looked at me sharply.

We climbed into Spawn's small automatic vehicle. The lights of the mine faded behind us as we coasted the winding road down to the village. "De Boer," said Spawn. "A fellow who lives by his wits in the depths. Near here, perhaps: who knows? They say he has many followers fifty a hundred, perhaps outlaws: a cut-belly band it must be." "Didn't he once take a hand in Nareda's politics?" I suggested.

The figures of our quicksilver production I shall lay before you in just a few days. Let me fill up your glass, Grant." The lazy tropics. I really did not doubt his sincerity. But I did doubt his ability to cope with any clever criminal. His enthusiasm for action would wilt like his neckpiece, in Nareda's heat.

Daksha orders his servants to guard the door and prevent their going forth: the gods, however, force their way. The sages then also withdraw, on which Daksha goes out, exclaiming, "I will give double presents to those who remain." Nareda goes to Kailas with the news. He enters playing the Vina and singing hymns in honour of the great god. Nareda's communication to Siva and Bhavani is very brief.

He was sealing up the heavy barred portals of the little strong-room. There was an alarm-detector, connected with the office of Nareda's police commander. Spawn set the alarm carefully. "I have every safeguard, Grant. There is really no danger." He added, as though with sudden thought. "Except possibly one a depth bandit named De Boer. Ever you have heard of him?" "Yes. I have."

I wanted to see this beribboned old Minister of Nareda's Internal Affairs. I would use as my excuse a desire to discuss further the possibility of smuggler being here in Nareda. I put on my hat and a light jacket, verified that my dirk was readily accessible and sealed up my room. Spawn apparently was still in the kitchen. I got out of the house, I felt sure, without him being aware of it.

"And find all Nareda's police bribed by Perona? I'll get Porto Rico. We have an hour or two; the patrol can reach you in an hour." The bandits were preparing to leave here. Two or three of them had gone to the flyer. Perona and De Boer were parting. "... Well, that is all, De Boer." "Right, Señor Perona. I will start shortly." "On foot, by the street route to Spawn's "

The conference ends by Nareda's going to Sonapur, the capital of the demon, to endeavour to impair the friendship between Bana and Siva, whilst Krishna and his brother await the result.

Damnably interesting. We're being cheated, what? It looks that way. Sit down, Perona." This was Greko Perona. Nareda's Minister of Internal Affairs. Spawn had mentioned him to me. A South American. A man in his fifties. Thin and darkly saturnine, with iron-gray hair, carefully plastered to cover his half-bald head.

"What surprised me was that a wealthy mine owner you are, aren't you? should bother to keep an unprofitable hotel. Why bother with it, Spawn?" I thought I knew the answer: he wanted Nareda's visitors under his eyes. "That is a pleasure." There was irony in his tone. "I am a lonesome man. I like interesting companionship, such as yours, young Grant." It was on my tongue to hint at his daughter.