The Bluffton news. [volume] (Bluffton, Ohio) 1875-current, 1940-05-23

lnlng or Rundhla: even believe that
Rundhia might act honorably, if hon.
or and the circumstances didn't
clash with Rundhia's convenience.
The Resident liked Rundhia. Al
most everyone did who knew him.
But it was a bit difficult to sepa-
rate Rundhia, from Rundhia's unre-
generate inclinations and his record.
So the Resident wrote a report.
marked secret" to the State De-
partment, in which he respectfully
urged His Majesty the Kings ad-
visers to oppose Prince Rundhia's
succession to the throne of Kadur.
He had small doubt that his advice
would be found acceptable.
But that wasn't going to save Nor
wood. 1t was far more likely TO
ruin Norwood, because Rundhia en-
ployed secret agent in Delhi, who
would learn of the Indian Govern
ment's intentions about the veto in
next to no time. Rundhia, and Run
dhia's friends. would jump to the
conclusion that Norwood had been
using secret influence in order to
get back at Rundhia for the accusa-
tion of bribery. Rundhia and his
friends would strike back, and there
would be so much purchased, per-
jured evidence produced, that Nor
wood would have no chance what
ever.
So the Resident decided to do
some private investigation on his
own account.
There was nothing for it but to
call on Mrs. Harding and to ask
her to summon Lynn to the guest
house for a confidential interview.
He detested Mrs. Harding. He knew
she was snob and he suspected her
of being a title-huntress. He had
called on her once, and she had
been damned rude, because she
hadn't understood his position; she
had suspected him of being merely
one more penurious British officer
who wished to make Lynn's ac-
quaintance. But there are lots of
unpleasant tasks that a man feels
called on to undertake, in the course
of duty, SO the Resident ordered his
car and set forth, calling en- route
at the Post Office to register his let
ter to the Department of State, SO
that his Parsee secretary shouldn't
know about it and be tempted to
talk.
Aunty Harding's locked and la
belled trunks stood in severe row
at one end of the veranda. Aunty
Harding reposed on pillows at the
other end, where she received the
Resident with hostile politeness. The
veranda faced away from the sun
set and the surrounding trees cast
a deep shadow, SO the electric light
had been turned on in the living
room, and the only light there was
came through the living-room Win
dow. Aunty Harding couldn't see
him very well, and she hadn't her
spectacles. But she remembered his
name, and she had learned, indi-
rectly, since their first interview,
that he was a parsonage. So she
bristled self-defensively and patron
lied him.
"Mayn't / offer you whiskey? You
English are such devotees of that
drink, aren't you. In the States, our
men drink Bourbon. Please smoke"
Il came to talk with Miss Lynn
Harding"
''You will have to look for her
elsewhere.
''Oh, l know she's at the palace.
Isn't there telephone? Could you
ask her to come here a moment?
1t won't take long. / merely want
to ask her a few questions"
''I can't do what you ask. / am
no longer responsible for Lynn. If
I should summon her she wouldn't
obey me-"
''Oh? I hope nothing serious
has"
"A plot! Dishonorablel Contempt
ible! I won't bore you with my pri-
vate affairs. 1t is sufficient to say
that received an insolent commune
cation from the Maharanee. She has
invited Lynn to stay with her-with-
out consulting me, mind you. And
have received an astonishing note