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Ragobah's wound prevented his following her, and when he had summoned others to pursue her, the darkness had closed about her form and none knew the way she had taken. At the edge of the fatal well Kandia found a piece of paper beneath a stone and on it these words: "Farewell, Moro and Nana, the only beings on earth I regret to leave! Lona." The body was never recovered.
And this is why I brought you here; that you may take back to my enemy's family the knowledge that in death I am triumphant. Tell them," he said, rising to his full height, "that while the carcass of the English cur rots in a foreign land, Rama Ragobah's bones lie mingled with those of his beautiful Lona!" My blood was up, and I rushed fiercely at him.
I think, also, that I struck him, and then ran down the hill and straight to the house of Ragobah. What happened during the next few months I know not. I seemed to have been in a continual sleep full of dreams. When I awoke I seemed conscious that I had dreamt, but could not tell of what. You can imagine my horror, my despair, when I was first addressed as Ragobah's wife.
Already had I been so dominated by his will and inspired by his malice as to attempt the life of my lover. What might I not be made to do in future? As I thought of this, Ragobah's last threat rang with a sinister warning upon my ears till it seemed as if it would drive me into madness.
I at first thought of informing the authorities of the whole affair, but, when I realised how hard it would be for me to prove my innocence were I charged with Ragobah's murder, I decided to keep the secret of the well. I shudder when I think of Miss Darrow's narrow escape. Did you suspect who her assailant really was?
The long sleep, crowded with unremembered dreams, represented the period when I was under Ragobah's control, the horrible night on Malabar Hill being one of them, and the waking moments, those periods when my feeble, overridden consciousness flickered back to dimly light for a time the gloom of this intellectual night. There was no hope for me.
All my endeavours to find the Sahib were, as you are already aware, fruitless, and, until I met you, I had no doubt Ragobah's efforts were equally unproductive. You have now all the information I can offer upon the subject. If I can be of any further service to you, you need not hesitate to command me. As he said this he rose to depart and I promised to keep him informed of what occurred.
I had anticipated some considerable difficulty in learning the latter's whereabouts, and here was a man who could for a sufficient consideration tell me much, if not all, about him. I secured an interpreter, paid Parinama my money, and proceeded to catechise him. I give you my questions and his answers just as I jotted them down in my notebook: Q. What is Ragobah's full name? A. Rama Ragobah.
I have good reason to hate him. Q. You would not, then, had he committed a crime, assist him to escape justice? A. I would track him like a bloodhound to the ends of the earth. Q. You knew Ragobah's wife? A. She was my cousin, Sahib. Q. Were your relations friendly? A. They were more than friendly. I loved her dearly, and would have tried to win her had I not been so much her senior.
Is he Ragobah's friend? A. Ragobah has no friends, Sahib. Q. Why, then? A. He under oath to tell what was told him only to one person. He has keep his secret out of every year for more as twenty year, and can no be expect to tell to you, Sahib. Q. Can you bring this man to me? You will both be well paid for your time, of course. A. I bring him, Sahib, but I not make him speak.
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