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Once on horseback, I galloped as hard as I could, scattering chuprassies and children and marketers to right and left in the bazaar. It was not long before I left my horse at the corner of Mr. Currie Ghyrkins' lawn, and walking to the verandah, which looked suspiciously neat and unused, inquired for the master of the house.
Kildare and the collector, my servant said, had gone off on tats to shoot some small game. Mr. Ghyrkins was occupied with the shikarries in the stretching and dressing of the skin he had won the previous day. Neither Miss Westonhaugh nor her brother had been seen.
It happened in Purneah two years ago. The gentleman was a Mr. Isaacs of Delhi. Queer name too remember perfectly." There was a roar of laughter at this, in which the collector joined vociferously on being informed that the man with the "queer name" was his neighbour at table. "You see what you get for your modesty," cried old Ghyrkins, laughing to convulsions. "And is it really true, Mr.
Having heard it several thousand times myself, I was beginning to recognise the tune well enough to enjoy it a good deal. "That is very nice," said Kildare, who was sorry he had made an impatient remark before, and wanted to atone. "Eh? what? how's that?" said Mr. Ghyrkins just waking up. "Oh! of course. My niece sings charmingly. Quite an artist, you know."
"There will be none of us left soon," said Ghyrkins quite quietly and mournfully. I found means to let Miss Westonhaugh understand where I was going. I gave Kildare the money in charge. In the dark of the morning, as I cleared the tents, the same shadow I had seen before shot out and laid a hand on my rein. I halted on the same spot where Isaacs had drawn rein twenty-four hours before.
Besides, it will take the men three days to get the elephants together, and I only telegraphed this morning to the collector of the district to make the arrangements." "So you have already taken steps? Does Kildare know you have sent orders?" "Certainly. He came to me this morning at daybreak, and we determined to arrange everything and take uncle Ghyrkins for granted.
The track led away to my left, nearly opposite to the elephant bearing Mr. Ghyrkins and his niece. The little Pegnugger man was on my right. The native held on, moving more and more rapidly as he found himself following a single track. I shouted to him to Ghyrkins to everybody, but they could not make the doomed man understand what I saw the freshly slain head of the tiger's last victim.
Ghyrkins, "and we will arrange all about it. Sharp seven. To-morrow is Sunday, you know. Kildare, you must come too, if you mean business. Seven. We must look sharp and start, if we mean to come back here before the Viceroy goes." "Oh in that case," said Kildare, turning to me, "we can settle all about the polo match for Monday, can't we?" "Of course, very good of you to take the trouble."
Griggs, it would hit the members of the council, so they won't do it, for their own sakes, and the Viceroy too. Ha, ha, how do you think Lord Lytton would like an income-tax, eh?" And the old fellow chuckled. We reached the end of the straight, and Isaacs reined in and bid Miss Westonhaugh and her companion good evening. I bowed from where I was, and took Mr. Ghyrkins' outstretched hand.
Ghyrkins upon the state of his district, with which he had nothing to do, of course; but he swallowed the bait, all in a breath, as he seemed to do everything. Then he introduced us. "Katharine, you know Mr. Isaacs; Mr. Griggs, Miss Westonhaugh, Lord Steepleton Kildare, Mr. Isaacs." We bowed and rode back together over the straight piece we passed before the encounter.
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