The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1912-01-25
CHAPTER X. (continued).

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thy while? am no child; what
know l know. II thou art indeed not
Har Dyal Rutton. how is 1t that thou
dost wear upon thy finger tho signet
of thy house"-Salig Singh indicated
the emerald which Amber had for
gotten-"the Token sent thee by tho
Bell? II thou are not my lord the
rightful Maharana Of Khandawar, how
Is 1t that thou hast answered the
summons of the Bell? Are the serv-
ants Of the Body fools who have fol-
lowed thee hither, losing trace Of thee
no single instant since thou didst slay
the Bengali who bore the Token to
thee? Am l blind, Salig Singh, thy
childhood's playmate, the grand vizier
of thy too-brief rule, to whom thou
didst surrender the rei1s Of govern
ment of Khandawar? l know thee;
thou canst not deceive me. True it is
that thou art changed-sadly changed.
my lord; and the years have not
worn upon thee as they might had
thought to find thee an older man
and. by thy grace, a wiser. But even
as l am Salig Singh, thou are none
other than my lord. Har Dyal Rut-
ton"
Salig Singh put his shoulders
against the wall and, leaning SO with
arms folded, regarded Amber with q
triumph not unmixed with contempt.
1t was plain that he considered his
argument final, his case complete, the
verdict his. While Amber found no
words with which to combat his false
impression, and could only stare. open
mouthed and fascinated. But at
length he recollected himself and
called his wits together.
That's all very pretty" he admitted
fairly, but 1t won't hold water. l
don't suppose these faithful servants
Of the Bell you mentioned happened
to tell you that Chatterji himself mis-
and Just found out his mistake In
time to recover the Token. Did they?''
The man shook his head YEARLY.
Nothing to that import hath come
to mine ears" he said.
All right. And Of course they didn't
tell you that Rutton committed sui.
eide down there on Long Island. just
after he had killed the babu?"
Again Salig Singh replied by making
q negative movement of his head.
well, all I've got to say Is that
your internal Body employs 9
giddy lot of incompetents to run iti
errands.'
Salig Singh said nothing, and Amber
pondered the situation briefly. He
understood now how the babu's com
panion had fallen into error; how
Chatterji. possessing sufficient intel
ligence to recognize his initial mis-
take, had, having rectified it, savet
his face by saying nothing to his com
panion of the incident; and how thu
latter had remained in ignorance o.
Rutton's death after the staying O
Chatterji, and had pardonably mis-
taken Amber for the man he had beer
sent to spy upon. The prologue wal
plain enough, but how to deal will
this. it's sequel, was a problem tina
taxed his ingenuity. A single solution
seemed practicable. Of the many HI
debated: to get in touch with Laber
touche and leave the rest to him.
He stood for SO long in meditation
that the Rajput began to show traces
of impotence. He moved restlessly
yawned, and at length spoke.
"Is not my lord content2 Can hi
not see, the dice are cast? Wha
profit can he think to win through
furtherance of this farce?"
WELL" curiosity prompted Ambe
to ask, what do you want Of me
them"
as there need to ask? Through tn
Mouthpiece, the Bengali Behar La
Cbatterji, whom thou didst slay, tn
message Of the Bell was brought t.
thee. Thou hast been called! 1t Is 70
thee to answer"
Called?
ITO the Gateway Of Swords. hs
zoor"
"Oh, yes; to be sure But vhsr
in thur eo~at'on u 1T"