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Updated: June 9, 2025
He climbed up and rolled himself in one of the blankets and heaped the others in front of him. The policeman carried the ladder away, right out of the house. Then he shut the door and returned to the office. After a time there came the noise of the dacoits. They soon entered the police station and shouted: "Give up that Deputy Saheb. We know he is here." "Deputy, what Deputy? I cannot understand.
And shortly after, the Jam Saheb heard of a new kind of gun that fires six of the fat cartridges such as are used for the shooting of birds, without reloading; and he bade Mir Jan who understood all things, and the ways of the European gun-shop at Kot Ghazi, to hasten forthwith and procure him a couple, and if none were in Kot Ghazi to send a tar to Bombay for them, or even, if necessary, to Englistan, though at a cost of two rupees a word.
He held his peace for a moment, gazing earthwards and rubbing a small heap of dust towards him with his toe; and then on a sudden he burst out into the tale which is here set down in his own words: "Nay, Saheb, I am possessed of no devil, but my wife Afiza is sore troubled by one.
The paharawalla on deck checked them: "Do not make such a noise. The Saheb sleeps." They answered rudely and the watchman retorted angrily. The dacoits loudly abused the man. The noise woke up the Commissioner, and he got out on deck with a loaded revolver in his hand. The dacoits jumped from their dinghy and ran up the bank.
Only three months ago I sent for her from my village, as she was expecting to become a mother and I was desirous of looking early upon my first-born child; and for six weeks she dwelt contentedly with me in the house which I have rented near the ghat. And then the child was born a child without blemish; and Afiza and I were happy. But, Saheb, the shadow of evil was even then drawing nigh unto us.
Have I not disgraced his name by adopting this life? And were I mean enough to ask his favour, would he not first insist that I become once more 'pardahnashin'? I cannot live again behind the screen, for too long have I been independent. The filly that has once run free cares not afterwards for the stall and bridle. It has been an evil mistake, Saheb, but one not of my making.
"So my father, bringing the fair woman, his wife, by ship to Karachi, travelled by the rêlwêy terain to Kot Ghazi and left her there in India, where she would be safe. There he left her with her butcha, my half-brother, and journeyed toward the setting sun to look upon the face of his father the Jam Saheb.
Not that we may know the language of the people, for it is matter of daily observation, that of all the mysteries which perplex the humble mind of the country bumpkin in this land, causing him to scratch his well, not his head there is none which he gives up as hopeless sooner than the strange sounds addressed to him by the young saheb who has just passed his higher standard.
More about him she does not say, but she hugs "Sunny Baba" to her breast and kisses him and says that nothing shall ever part her from him till he grows to be a great saheb, with plenty of pay, when he will pension her and take care of her in her old age.
Now it happened that at this time there was in Dowlutpoor an English doctor who was generally known as the Jadoo-walla Saheb, because he was believed to practise sorcery and had some mysterious need of snakes. Perhaps he was only making experiments with their venom. At any rate, he wanted live cobras and offered a good price for them.
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