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Updated: May 23, 2025
As I threaded my way among them, a man stepped from behind the trunk and disputed my passage. His gigantic form was silhouetted against the mass of rock forming the entrance to the little cave. The bright moonlight did what it could to illumine that sinister face. It was Rama Ragobah! For fully a minute we stood silently face to face, each expecting the assault of the other.
I thought it wise to see the venerable Scindia alone, and accordingly sent Parinama out of the room with the interpreter. As before; I give you what passed between us as I jotted it down in my notebook. Q. You are a friend of Rama Ragobah, are you not? A. No, Sahib; he has no friends. Q. You speak as if you disliked him. A. It is not Mono Scindia's habit to play the hypocrite.
I could only learn that he had left Bombay for the interior, nothing more. My inquiries in all the Indian cities proved fruitless, and in many instances, I was informed that Ragobah had instituted a search for the same man.
Gwen did not speak until some minutes after I had finished, and then only to express a fear that, despite his caution, harm might come to Maitland at his interview with Ragobah. She seemed to be far less disappointed at Maitland's failure to convict Ragobah than she was fearful for her friend's personal safety.
I should have done so, even though I had known Ragobah meant to betray me. I may as well, however, tell you at once that my suspicions wronged the fellow. He had evidently taken his station behind a tree to satisfy himself, without exposure, that I meant to keep my promise and come alone. When I reached the cave I found him awaiting me.
Q. You said some personal affair of long standing, I believe. A. Yes, Sahib. Q. Do you know its nature? A. No; I not know it, but I have not much doubt about it, Sahib. Q. What do you think, then? A. I think there but one passion strong enough in Ragobah to make plain his hunt like dog for last twenty year.
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.
Now, in response to a cry from his intended victim, an assassin might be frustrated by assistance from a dozen bungalows, but at the time of which I write, the victim, if he were wise, saved his breath for the struggle which he knew he must make unaided. Ragobah paused, and coolly bared his right arm to the elbow.
You will perhaps think that, since I did not make use of this weapon, I need not have troubled myself to describe it. Perhaps that is so, but, let me assure you, when I saw Ragobah, for it was he, glide behind that tree, and reflected how capable he was of every kind of treachery, I wouldn't have parted with that cane for its weight in gold.
His mission was one of revenge; mine one of love and justice; both have failed utterly since their object is dead. My pledge is broken! Q. In its letter, yes; but the chance is still left you to keep the spirit of your covenant. A. I do not understand you, Sahib. Q. I will explain. Lona Ragobah confided to you certain facts in explanation of her conduct toward John Darrow.
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