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I am bound by an oath, David. Some day it may be that you will know. Perhaps not. You may guess what you will you have much to go on. But from me, nothing. Now, let us settle the details. I've very little time." He glanced again at the shoddy tin clock, with a slight but noticeable shiver. "How's that? It's hours till morning." "I shall never see the dawn, David," said Rutton quietly. "What "
She repeated the name: "Rutton? It seems to me I've heard of him." "You have?" "I don't remember," she confessed, knitting her level brows. "The name has a familiar ring, somehow. But about the valet?" "Well, I was very intimate with his employer for a long time, though we haven't met for several years.
Other than the wan glimmer of the snow-clad earth he had no light to guide him; with this poor aid he could see no more than that the vale was deserted. Whither in that white whirling world Rutton might have wandered, it was impossible to surmise. In despair the Virginian turned back.
Amongst other things, there were going to be some sports at Rutton today week, and his nevvy was going to try and win the cup for what the Oldest Inhabitant vaguely described as 'a race'. He had won it last year. Yes, prarper good runner, his nevvy. Where was Rutton? the Babe wanted to know. About eight miles out of Stapleton, said Charteris, who was well up in local geography.
Charteris, you are a fool to go rotting about out of bounds like this. 'Nay, dry the starting tear, said Charteris cheerfully. 'In the first place, I shouldn't get kept in on a Thursday anyhow. I should be shoved into extra on Saturday. Also, I shrewdly conveyed to the Bargee the impression that I was at Rutton by special permission. 'He's bound to know that that can't be true, said Tony.
You got there by train. It was the next station. Mrs O. I. came out to say that tea was ready, and, being drawn into the conversation on the subject of the Rutton sports, produced a programme of the same, which her nevvy had sent them. From this it seemed that the nevvy's 'spot' event was the egg and spoon race. An asterisk against his name pointed him out as the last year's winner.
"My lord," said the man insolently, "omits from his catalogue of my accomplishments my chiefest honour; he forgets that, with him, I am an accepted Member of the Body." "The Body wears strange members that employs you, babu," commented Rutton bitterly. "It has fallen upon evil days when such as you are charged with a message of the Bell."
"What name?" "Labertouche. Why? You don't know him." "No; but Rutton did. Rutton got that poison from him." Quain whistled, his eyes round. "Did, eh? So much the better; he'll probably know all about Rutton and'll take a keener interest." "But you forget " "Hang your promise. I'm not bound by it and this is business blacker business than you seem to realise, Davy.
Told me he was recruitin'. We dined together that night, but he never said a word of the business at the Fort. Told me, though, that if I wanted any supplies I'd better say I was Koran Sahib's bhai; and I did, and the Sikhs wouldn't take my money." "Ah! That must have been one of Rutton Singh's villages," said Dick Four; and we smoked for some time in silence.
"Rutton why by all that's strange!" "Guilty," said the other with a quiet laugh. "But sit down." He swung Amber about, gently guiding him to a chair. "You look pretty well done up. How long have you been out in this infernal night? But never mind answering; I can wait. Doggott!" "Yes, sir." "Take Mr. Amber's coat and boots and bring him my dressing-gown and slippers." "Yes, sir."
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