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Chunda Lal clenched his hands convulsively and turned his eyes in the same direction. "It is of him," he replied in a voice of suppressed vehemence, "it is of him I would speak." He bent close to Miska's ear. "In the creek, below the house, is lying the motor-boat. I go to-day to bring it down for him. He goes to-night to the other house up the river. To-morrow I am gone. Only you remaining."
But all he found out he left with you and I do not know if I succeeded in destroying it. I do not ask you. I do not care. But I leave England to-night. Good-bye." She suddenly stood up. Stuart rose also. He was about to speak when Miska's expression changed. A look of terror crept over her face, and hastily lowering her veil she walked rapidly away from the table and out of the room!
"God bless you!" he said with stifled ardour. She rose quickly to her feet, standing before him with head downcast. Stuart rose with difficulty. His legs were cramped and aching. He grasped Miska's hand and endeavoured to induce her to look up. One swift glance she gave him and looked away again. "You must go this instant," she said. "I show you the way. There is not a moment to lose...."
She stopped, lowering her eyes and flushing hotly, then continued with hesitancy. "In a small room which I can never forget I was offered the only indignity which I had been called upon to suffer since my abduction. I was exhibited to prospective purchasers." "As she spoke the words, Miska's eyes flashed passionately and her hand, which lay on the table, trembled.
"Of course, I did not know that this was his name at the time; I only knew that a tall Chinaman had entered the room and that his face was entirely covered by a green veil." Stuart started, but did not interrupt Miska's story. "This veil gave him in some way a frightfully malign and repellent appearance.
We will wait and watch -and listen for the bells here that tell they are in the grounds of the house." "Ah, Miska!" the glance of the Hindu grew fearful "you are clever but he is the Evil One! I fear for you. Fly now. There is yet time ..." A faint sound attracted Miska's attention. Placing a quivering finger to her lips, she gently thrust Chunda Lal out into the corridor.
He had fallen flat and it was an eternity before he got his breath back again. Then then Miska's recollections of things after this were a bit hazy then he remembered an indescribable heap of splintered boards and fallen beams, a hash of rags, cement, earth, human limbs, and quantities of blood. And then then he remembered young Meltzar.
When the flaxen-haired assistant returned from the operating-room Miska's whining informed him from afar that another cot in the officers' division was now vacant. The impatient old Major quite needlessly beckoned him to his side and announced in a loud voice so that all the gentlemen could hear: "The poor devil there has at last come to the end of his sufferings."
Not one of the soldiers had dared touch the upright body with the record exactly like a head on its neck. Brrr! A cold shiver ran down Miska's back at the recollection, and his heart stopped beating in fright when just at that moment the Lieutenant again began to scream: "Phonograph! Only a phonograph!"
The baroness placed the treasure intrusted to her care in a secret cupboard in the wall of her own room. And now, one more kiss! The girl waiting in the adjoining room was doubtless getting weary. Suddenly Ludwig heard the tones of a piano. Some one was playing, in the timid, uncertain manner of a new beginner, Miska's martial song. Ludwig listened, and turned questioningly toward his betrothed.
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