The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1911-06-08
CHAPTER IX-Continued.
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AT work." questioned Amber, clip
ping the end of his cigar and lighting
1t. You don't mean to say you travel
round In those ~clothes7"
But l do. It's business with me-
though few people know II. Quain
didn't; only l had a chance, one day,
to tell him some rather startling facts
about native life. This sort Of thing,
done properly. gives a mar insight
into a lot OF unusual things"
Labertouche pulled his cigar into q
glow and leaned back, claspins ono
knee with two brown hands and
squirting up at the low, discolored
ceiling. And Amber, looking him
over, was amazed by the absolute
fidelity Of his makeup; the brownish
stain on face and hands, the hiEh.cut
patent leather boots, the open.work
uocks through which his tinted calves
showed grossly, his shapeless, baggy,
Hoiled garments-all were hopelessly
Sabu-ish.
And If 1t isn't done property"
"Oh, then" Labertouche laughed,
lifting his shoulders expressively.
mo Englishman incapable OF living
up to u disguise has ever tried IL
more than once in India; few, very
few, have lived to tell of the expert.
ment."
You're connected with the polioe2 2"
A ny n NC hr0uyc ooNtro1kS
membered Rutton's emphatic prohi-
bition.
But Quain had not failed to men
ton that. Officially, no." said Laber-
touche readily. Now and again. of
course, | u across a bit of valuable
information; and then, somehow. in.
directly, the police get wind Of It.
But this going fantee in an amateur
way Is simply my hobby; I've been
at II for years-and very successfully,
too. OF course, it'll have its end.
Ones bound to slip up eventually.
You can train yourself to live the life
of the native, but you can't train your
mind TO think as he thinks. That's
hoW tAC h4IooSORo hoPRNA'
day )" He sighed, not in the
least unhappily. Some DAY
III dodge into this hole, or another
that l know Of, put on somebody
slse's rags-say, these I'm wearing
and inconspicuously become a mys-
FERROUS disappearance. That's how 1t
Is with all of us who go In for this
sort of thing. But It's like opium, you
know; you try it the first time for
the lark of It: the end is tragedy"
Amber drew a long breath. his eyes
~glistening with wonder and admira-
ton of the man. You don't mean to
tell me you run such risks for the
pure love Of it?'
We'll . perhaps not altogeth-
err. But we needn't go into details
need WEI" Labertouche's smile rohbec
the rebuke of it's sting. The opium
smile is a very good one, though say
It who shouldn't. One acquires a taste
for the u~nbidden, and n hires a lit
tie room like this from an unprincipled
BLACKBOARD like Honest George, and
insensibly one goes deeper and deeper
until one gets beyond ones depth.
That is all. 1t explains me sufficient
ly. And" he chuckled, you'd V
have known it II your case hadn't
been exceptional"
1T Is. I think" Amber's expression
became anxious. 81 want to know
what you think Of it-now Quain's
told you. And, I say, what did you
mean by news of the Fs.
News of the Farrells-father and
daughter, of course" Labertouche's
eyes twinkled.
"But how in the name OF all that's
strange"
odd connect Rutton with the Far
relrs? At first by simple inference.
You we're charged with a secret err
rand. demanding the utmost haste, by
Rutton; your first thought was TO
travel By the longer route-which, as
It happens, Miss Farrell had started
upon a little while before. You a
recently met her, and I've heard she's
rather a striking young woman. You
.see?"
yes" admitted Amber, s~heepishly'
But"
"And then I remembered some
thing" interrupted Labertouche. i
recall Rutton. I knew him years ago
when he was a young man. :.
You know the yarn about him.
"a little-mighty little. ! know now
that he was a Rajput-though he
never told me that; I know that he
married a Russian noblewoman"-Am-
Der hesitated imperceptibly-"that she
died soon after. that he chose to live
out of India and TO die rather than
return to It,"
He was" said Labertouche, "a
singular man, an exotic result OF the
unnatural conditions we English have
brought about in India. The word
renegade describes him aptly, think;
he was born and bred a Brahmin, a
Rajput, OF the hottest and bluest
blood in R%ajputanaI he died to all In
tents and purposes a European-wlth
an English heart. He is-was-py
rights Maharana Of Khandawar. AS