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For I have so much that I would say to you." It was with a sigh of relief that the frightened woman hastily passed through Ram Lal's spacious snuggery in rear of his jewel mart and was soon ensconced in a little pagoda, where Major Hawke seated himself at her side and skillfully took up his soft refrains.
The stories are now told everywhere?" queried Hardwicke, blushing, but desperately remembering that "all is fair in love and war." He, an incipient Major, a V. C. "pumping" an old private soldier. "Rank rot!" frankly said the butler, "They're all strangers. The French countess is only sight-seeing here and buying out old Ram Lal's shop. The old thief! She brought letters to the Guv'nor!
He cheerfully dined alone in Ram Lal's little business sanctum, and listened to the measured disclosures of the Hindu in return for the fifty-pound note. "It's to-morrow's interview that I want to know about," quietly directed the major, whereat Ram Lal modestly said: "I'll find a way to let you know all."
My very soul," sobbed the wretched woman. "I have fears for you. They will kill you in that far land, these powerful enemies. That mysterious devil woman who bends all to her will will ruin you." And then, really touched at heart, the desperate trickster drew off his finger a superb diamond, the nonpareil, the choicest stone of Ram Lal's unwilling tribute.
When he descended at the hospitable doors of his secret ally, Ram Lal Singh, he plunged into the seclusion of a luxurious easy toilet making. A dozen letters glanced over, a comforting hookah, and Alan Hawke had easily "sized up" the situation. For Ram Lal's first skeleton report had clearly proved to him that the coast was clear. "Thank Heavens there are as yet no rivals," Hawke murmured.
It was Ram Lal's easy task to purvey luxuries to the imperious Briton, to hold the extravagant underlings in his usurious clutches, to be at peace with Hindu, Moslem, Sikh, Pathan, Ghoorka, Persian, and Armenian, and to blur his easy-going Mohammedanism in a generous participation in all sins of omission and commission. A many-sided man!
Perhaps he wants the Baronetcy first, and then his memory may be strangely refreshed." As the wanderer strode up and down the room like a restless wolf, he returned in his memories to the strange intimacy of Hugh Fraser and Ram Lal. "I have it!" he cried. "I will kill two birds with one stone. My pretty 'employer' shall furnish the golden means to loosen old Ram Lal's tongue.
You know it is so. "I know you say so. And because he Fo-Hi is not sure and because of the piece of the scorpion which you find there, we go to that house he and I and we fail in what we go for." Chunda Lal's hand dropped limply to his sides. "Ah! I cannot understand, Miska. If we are not sure then, are we sure now? It may be" he bent towards her "we are trapped!" "Oh, what do you mean?"
Her marble prison was only a place of sorrow and lamentation. Major Hawke's flying steeds reached the marble house, after a circuit to Ram Lal's jewel mart. Without leaving his carriage, he called out the obsequious old Hindu. The dusk of evening favored Ram Lal in his adroit lying.
He made a careful and very studied toilet and sauntered out of the club en flaneur, and then stealthily betook himself to the pagoda in Ram Lal's garden, where his innocent dupe had so often waited for him with a softly beating heart. "I'm glad the girl is gone," mused Alan Hawke. "If she were here, the chorus hymning Hardwicke's perfections might set her young heart on fire."
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