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Updated: June 26, 2025
And of course they didn't tell you that Rutton committed suicide down there on Long Island, just after he had killed the babu?" Again Salig Singh replied by a negative movement of his head. "Well, all I've got to say is that your infernal 'Body' employs a giddy lot of incompetents to run its errands." Salig Singh said nothing, and Amber pondered the situation briefly.
For an instant longer they faced one another offensively, Amber cool enough outwardly and inwardly boiling with rage that he should have walked into the trap with his eyes open, Salig Singh trembling with resentment but holding himself in with splendid restraint.
From his expression Amber would have wagered much that there was a bad quarter of an hour in store for those who had neglected to disarm him when the opportunity was theirs. "As you will," conceded Salig Singh; and he clapped his hands smartly, crying: "Ohe, Moto!" Almost instantly the iron door swung open and the lamp-bearer appeared, salaaming.
"Thank you 'most to death, Salig Singh. Now will you be good enough to order a ghari to take me back to the Great Eastern?" "My lord's will is his servant's." Salig Singh started for the door the least trace too eagerly. "One moment," said Amber sharply. "Not so fast, my friend." He tapped his palm with the barrel of the pistol to add weight to his peremptory manner.
One by one they routed 'em out and booted 'em down to us. Meanwhile we had rushed enough troops to Kuttarpur to keep their tails quiet." "And Salig Singh and Naraini?" "Salig Singh, it turned out, was the chap that got bayoneted in the tamarisks.
His offer to help the American don the garment was graciously declined. "I've a fancy to have my arms free for the present," Amber explained; "I can get it on by myself in the ghari." He took the cloak over his left arm. "I'm ready; lead on!" he said, and with a graceful wave of the pistol bowed Salig Singh out of the cellar.
A faint smile flickered in Salig Singh's eyes a look that was not wholly devoid of admiration for the man who had turned the tables on him with such ease. "Indeed," he said, "I were lacking in courtesy did I refuse thee that." And turning to the servant he issued instructions in accordance with Amber's demands, adding gratuitously an order that the way of exit should be kept clear.
"You wouldn't think," he reflected, "that a man like Salig Singh would lend himself to anything so childish. Still, I'm not through with it yet." He conceived a scheme to steal up behind his guide and strip him of his masquerade, but though he mended his pace he got no nearer, and eventually abandoned it on the consideration that it was probably most inadvisable.
Salig Singh quietly effaced himself, and the American watched him go with an inward chuckle. "I presume I'll have to pay for my impudence in the end," he thought; "but it's costing Salig Singh a good deal to hold himself in."
"There is no need, perhaps, to tell thee, hazoor," Salig Singh muttered, bending to Amber's ear, "that sitting upon this throne, in this Hall of Audience, for generations thy forefathers ruled this land, making and administering its laws, meting out justice, honoured of all men and served, my lord, for generations by my forebears, the faithful stewards of thy House; even as I would prove faithful...."
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