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The snow lay unbroken except in front of the cabin, where the traces of feet existed in profuse confusion; Amber himself, Rutton, Doggott, the babu, and perhaps another, had passed and repassed there; the trail they had beaten streamed out of the vale, to the eastwards.
When he had found his way to the door of the cabin, it was closed; as he entered and shut it behind him, a match flared and expired in the middle of the room, and a man cursed brokenly. "Rutton?" cried Amber in a flush of hope. "Is that you, Mr. Amber? Thank Gawd! Wyte a minute." A second match spluttered, its flame waxing in the pink cup of Doggott's hands.
You will be interested to learn that I have extended my road to the end of the Malo't country. All headmen and priests concerned in last September's affair worked one month each, supplying road metal from their own houses. Everett's grave is covered by a forty-foot mound, which should serve well as a base for future triangulations. Rutton Singh sends his best salaams.
But it had never occurred to Amber to question the man's title to the blood of the Caucasian peoples. Not that the mystery with which Rutton had ever shrouded his identity had not inevitably of itself been a provocation to Amber's imagination; he had hazarded many an idle, secret guess at the riddle that was Rutton.
'Well-conducted men of nine years' service apiece. Rutton Singh was drill-Naik, too. 'They did all things correctly as Sikhs should, said the Regimental Chaplain. For he told them earnestly that he had marched to the boundaries of his patience, and that there could be but one end to the matter. 'They gave him abuse.
Between Rutton's thumb and forefinger there blazed a great emerald set in a ring of red old gold. He turned it this way and that, inspecting it critically; and the lamplight, catching on the facets, struck from it blinding shafts of intensely green radiance. Rutton nodded as if in recognition of the stone and, turning, with an effect of carelessness, tossed it to Amber.
Now and again his lips moved noiselessly. With a wrench Amber pulled himself together. He had been mentally a witness to the murder had seen the Bengali, obese, monstrous, flabby, his unclean carcass a gross casing for a dark spirit of iniquity and treachery, writhing and whining in the throes of death.... "Rutton," he demanded suddenly, without premeditation, "what are you going to do?" "Do?"
He saw her bite her lips with chagrin, and the look she flashed to his face was anything but kind and tender. "Arre!" she laughed derisively. "And of what account is this frail, tottering Sirkar's will besides the Will of the Body? Of what avail its dicta against the rulings of the Bell? Thou knowest " "Pardon, I know nothing. I have told thee, Ranee, that I am not Har Dyal Rutton."
But it was in his mind that he had indeed thrust his head into the lion's mouth by thus adventuring into the territory which every instinct of caution and common-sense proclaimed taboo to him the erstwhile kingdom of the Maharana Har Dyal Rutton. It was, in a word, foolhardy nothing less.
Then, "Time will tell," he said quietly. "There is one way...." He resumed his monotonous round of the room. Mechanically Amber began to smoke, trying hard to think, to penetrate by reasoning or intuition the wall of mystery which, it seemed, Rutton chose to set between himself and the world. The intense earnestness of the man's hopeless confession had carried conviction.
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