The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1911-06-08
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lish government and he returned. was
%enthroned, and for a little time ruled
K~handawar. 1t was then that knew
him. He was continually dissatisfied.
however. and after a year or W dis
appeared. 1t was rumored that he'd
struck a bargain with his prime min
lister, one Salig Singh. At all events
6alig Singh contrived to usurp the
throne, government offering no ob5ec-
ton. Rutton turned up eventually In
Russia and married a woman there
who died In childbirth-twenty years
ago, perhaps. The child did not sur
vtve It's mother . :" Labertouche
paused deliberately, his glance search
Ing Amber's face. so the report ran.
al least" he concluded, quietly.
How do you know all thisr' Am
Der countered, evasively.
Government watches it's wards
very tenderiy." said Labertouche with
a gyin. Besides. midas a great
place for gossip. And then"
he pursued tenaciously, II repsm-
bered something else. I recalled that
Rutton had n very close friend, an
Epglishman named Farrell"
"Oh, what's the use9" Amber cut In
%nervously. You understand the sit
uation too well. It's no good my try
ing to keep anything from you"
Such as the fact that Colonel Far
rell adopted Rutton's daughter, who,
as 1t happens, did survive her motherT
Yes; ! knew that-or, rather, part l
anew and part ! guessed. But don't
worry, Mr.. Amber; I'll keep the &C.
cret."
For the girls sake" said Amber,
twisting his hands together.
For her sake. ! pledge my word"
Thank you"
And now for what purpose
did Rutton ask you to come to India?
Wasn't It to get Miss Farrell out Of
the country"
Il think you're the devil himself"
said Amber.
I'm not" confessed Labertouche;
but I am a member Of the Indian Sc
cret service-not officially connected
with the police. observe!-and know
a deal that you don't. l think. in
short, ! can place my finger on the
reason why Rutton was so concerned
TO get his daughter out Of the coup-
try
Amber looked his question.
"Yo1 read the papers, don't you, In
American"
Rather" Amber smiled.
you've surely not been so blind as
to miss the occasional reports that
leak out about native unrest in
Indis?"
Surely you don't
II ~assuredly do mean that the SEQ
ond Mutiny impenSs," declared Lab
ertouche. solemnly. Such, at least.
is my belief. and such Is the belief Of
every thinking man In India who Is
at all Informed. The entire country IL
undermined with conspiracy and sedi-
ton; day after day a vast, silent, up-
derground movement goes on, foment-
ing rebellion against the English rule.
1t, no way Of scotching the serpent;
it's heads are myriad, seemingly, And
yeti don't know-since yesterday l
have hoped that through you we might
eventually strike to the heart of the
movement"
Through mel" cried Amber.
startled.
Labertouche nodded. Just so, The
information you have already brought
US is invaluable. Have you thought
of the significance of C~hattertfs Mes
sage of the Bell?'"
Even now Amber quoted me-
chemically, 1.-The Gateway of Swords
yawns wide, hat he who is without
fear may pass within; to the end that
the Body be purged Of the Scarlet
Evil" He shook his head mystifed.
mo; l don't understand"
TITS so simple" urged Labertouche;
"all but the Gateway OF Swords. /
don't place that-yet, But
the 'Body'-plainly that Is India; the
Scarlet Evil-could anything more ft-
tingly describe English rule from the
native point of view?"
Amber felt OF his head solicitously.
And yet" he averred plaintively, 1T
doesn't feel like wood"
Labertouche laughed gently. Now,
tonight you will learn something from
this Dhola Misunderstanding impor-
tant. undoubtedly. May | see this
ring-this token7"
Unbuttoning his shirt, Amu-r pro
duced the Eye from the chamois bag.
Labertouche studied 1t for a long time
In silence, returning 1t with an air OF
deep perturbation
THE thing Is strange to me-" he
said. For the present we may dis
miss 1t as simply what it p%retends to
be-a token. a sign by which n man
shall know another. Wear Il.
but turn the stone in: and keep your
hands in your pockets when we're out
side"
Amber obsysd. We'll be going
nowY"
yes" LAbertouche rose, throwing
away his cigar and stamping out It's
ire.
But the Farrellsf"