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When I got in this morning there was a note on my desk from Norwood, the superintendent of police, to say that they've arrested your butler and cook, and the murderer of Mukhum Dass all hiding together near a railway station. The murderer has squealed, as you Americans say. They often do when they're caught. He has told who put him up to it." "Guess I'll give you this, then.
It's the map out of the silver tube that Mukhum Dass burgled from my cellar. Gungadhura gave it to me with instructions to dig here. You'll note there's blood on it." Samson's eyes looked hardly interested as he took it. Then he looked, and they blazed. He put it in his inner pocket hurriedly. "Too bad, Blaine!" he laughed. "So you even had a map of the treasure, eh?
"I have here " Samson reached in his pocket, "a certain piece of parchment a map in fact that was stolen from the body of Mukhum Dass. Perhaps Your Highness will recognize it. Look!" Gungadhura looked, and started like a man stung. Samson returned the map to his pocket, for the maharajah almost looked like trying to snatch it; but instead he collapsed in his chair again.
Then he will confirm to the maharajah afterward that Tripe did search and did see something and that Blaine sahib did lock the cellar door afterward in anger, and put weights on it. That is the important thing. Blaine sahib must drive the carriage again to the house of Mukhum Dass; and be sure that I am not kept waiting there we must start before the dawn breaks!
"Stay thou here outside and watch. Afterward, remember, if I say nothing, be thou dumb as Tom Tripe's dog. But if I give the word, tell all Sialpore that Mukhum Dass is a satyr who holds revels in his house by night. Bring ten other men to swear to it with thee, until the very children of the streets shout it after him when he rides his rounds! Hast thou understood? Silence for silence!
Two minutes later he returned with a parchment in a tin tube. "Do I receive no recompense?" he asked. "Did I not find the title-deed and keep it safe? Where is the reward?" "Recompense?" growled Mukhum Dass. "To be out of jail is recompense! The next time you find property of mine, bring it to me, or the constabeel shall have work to do!" "Dog!" snarled the babu after him. "Dog of a usurer!
"That I would be sure enough to do! Shall I have it said that Mukhum Dass keeps a dozen women in his dotage?" "An hour before dawn I will come for them." "None too soon!" "Then I will write a letter to a certain man, who, on presentation of the letter, will hand you the title-deed at once without payment." "A likely tale!" "Was it a likely tale that Chamu would repay his son's debt?"
Mukhum Dass called after her, but she took no notice. He sent the sweating parasite to bring her back, but she shook him off with execrations. Mukhum Dass turned his mule and rode down-hill after her. "True information has its price," he said. "Tell me your name." "That also has its price." He cackled dryly. "Natives cost money only to their owners on a hundi." "Nevertheless there is a price."
Which would be better, Mukhum Dass to keep great silence, and be certain to receive the paper in time to defend the lawsuit, or to talk freely, and so set others talking?" Who knows that it might not reach the ears of Jengal Singh that the title-deed is truly lost?" "He who tells secrets to a priest," swore the money-lender, "would better have screamed them from the housetop. "Nay the god heard.
"Any signs of anything?" "Not yet." Samson looked relieved. "By the way. You mentioned the other day something about evidence relating to the murder of Mukhum Dass." "I did." "Was it anything important?" "Maybe. Looked so to me." "Would you mind giving me an outline of it?" "You said that day you knew who murdered Mukhum Dass?" "Yes.
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