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"Priests cackle like old women," growled the money-lender. "Nay, but this one cackled to the god. Jengal Singh died and his son, who ought to know, claims that the house was really sold to Dhulap Singh, who dallies with his suit because he suspects, but does not know, that Mukhum Dass has lost the paper eh?" "How do you know these things?" "Maybe the god Jinendra told!
But talk for talk! Hast thou heard, too, Mukhum Dass? Good! Shut thy door tight, but thy mouth yet tighter! And try rather to take liberties with hornets than with those five women!" Before he could answer she was gone, leaving Ismail lurking in the shadows. Tess had dismounted from behind Tom Tripe and climbed up beside her husband so that there were three on the front seat again.
Pinga passed the word along to another man, who told it to a third, who ran with it hot-foot to Gungadhura's palace. Once inside the house again Mukhum Dass lost no time, arguing to himself most likely that with the secret of the treasure of Sialpore in his possession it would not much matter what damage he had done. He would be able to settle for it.
But he was sensible enough to know that Dick Blaine could not be put out of his house by less than legal process. Patali, watching the expression of his eyes, mercurially changed her tactics. "Today the court is closed," she said. "Tomorrow Mukhum Dass will go to file his paper and defeat the suit of Dhulap Singh.
"Tom, could you be as malicious as that?" "As what, Your Ladyship?" "See, he has poured gold into the fissure, hoping to close it up again so that nobody could find it!" "But why didn't he work his way out with the crow-bar?" Dick objected from his perch between the bags of bullion. "What was his life worth to him outside?" Yasmini asked. "Samson knew who murdered Mukhum Dass.
A letter he expected from the Mahsudi tribe had not reached him. It was the very letter he had hoped to show to Samson in proof of Mahsudi villainy and his own friendship; but he rather feared it had fallen into secret service hands, in which case he might have a hard time to clear himself. Then there was the murder of Mukhum Dass.
As if the guardian angel of Dick's conscience was at work that very minute to torment him, there came the sound of an approaching horse, and Samson turned the corner into view. "Oh, hullo, Blaine! How's the gold developing?" "So-so. Have they found the murderer of Mukhum Dass yet?" Samson dropped his reins to light a cigar, and took his time about it. "Not exactly." "Hum!
He had not been able to resist that opportunity, when Patali reported to him what Mukhum Dass had been seen to make away with. And now he had the secret of the treasure in his possession implicit directions, and a map! He suspected they had been written by some old priest, or former rajah's servant, in the hope of a chance for treachery, and hidden away by Jengal Singh with the same object.
"In advance? I will give a half-rupee!" Once more Yasmini resumed her way down-hill. Again Mukhum Dass rode after her. "At any rate name the price." "It is silence firstly; second, a security for silence." "The first part is easy." "Nay, difficult. A woman can keep silence, but men chatter like the apes, in every coffee shop."
Where will you sleep?" Tess asked. "At your house on the hill!" "But that is in Gungadhura's territory. Aren't you afraid of him?" "Of Gungadhura? I? I never was! But now whoever fears him would run from a broken snake. I have word that the fool has murdered Mukhum Dass the money-lender. You may trust the English to draw his teeth nicely for him after that!
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