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King stared at him and then turned to watch the prisoner being dragged away; he was fighting again, striking at his captors' heads with handcuffed wrists.

β€œDoes he look innocent?” asked King.

β€œIs that your answer?” asked the major. Balked ambition is an ugly horse to ride. He had tried for a command but had been shelved.

β€œI have sufficient authority,” said King, unruffled. He spoke as if he were thinking of something entirely different. His eyes were as if they saw the major from a very long way off and rather approved of him on the whole.

β€œShow me your authority, please!”

King dived into an inner pocket and produced a card that had about ten words written on its face, above a general's signature. Hyde read it and passed it back.

β€œSo you're one of those, are you!” he said in a tone of voice that would start a fight in some parts of the world and in some services. But King nodded cheerfully, and that annoyed the major more than ever; he snorted, closed his mouth with a snap and turned to rearrange the sheet and pillow on his berth.

Then the train pulled out, amid a din of voices from the left-behind that nearly drowned the panting of overloaded engine. There was a roar of joy from the two coaches full of soldiers in the rear--a shriek from a woman who had missed the train--a babel of farewells tossed back and forth between the platform and the third-class carriages--and Peshawur fell away behind.

King settled down on his side of the compartment, after a struggle with the thermantidote that refused to work. There was heat enough below the roof to have roasted meat, so that the physical atmosphere became as turgid as the mental after a little while.

Hyde all but stripped himself and drew on striped pajamas. King was content to lie in shirt-sleeves on the other berth, with knees raised, so that Hyde could not overlook the general's papers. At his ease he studied them one by one, memorizing a string of names, with details as to their owners' antecedents and probable present whereabouts. There were several photographs in the packet, and he studied them very carefully indeed.

But much most carefully of all he examined Yasmini's portrait, returning to it again and again. He reached the conclusion in the end that when it was taken she had been cunningly disguised.

β€œThis was intended for purpose of identification at a given time and place,” he told himself.

β€œWere you muttering at me?” asked Hyde.

β€œNo, sir.”

β€œIt looked extremely like it!”

β€œMy mistake, sir. Nothing of the sort intended.”

β€œH-rrrrr-ummmmmph!”

Hyde turned an indignant back on him, and King studied the back as if he found it interesting. On the whole he looked sympathetic, so it was as well that Hyde did not look around. Balked ambition as a rule loathes sympathy.

After many prickly-hot, interminable, jolting hours the train drew up at Rawal-Pindi station. Instantly King was on his feet with his tunic on, and he was out on the blazing hot platform before the train's motion had quite ceased.

He began to walk up and down, not elbowing but percolating through the crowd, missing nothing worth noticing in all the hot kaleidoscope and seeming to find new amusement at every turn. It was not in the least astonishing that a well-dressed native should address him presently, for he looked genial enough to be asked to hold a baby. King himself did not seem surprised at all. Far from it; he looked pleased.

β€œExcuse me, sir,” said the man in glib babu English. β€œI am seeking Captain King sahib, for whom my brother is veree anxious to be servant. Can you kindlee tell me, sir, where I could find Captain King sahib?”

β€œCertainly,” King answered him. He looked glad to be of help. β€œAre you traveling on this train?”

The question sounded like politeness welling from the lips of unsuspicion.

β€œYes, sir. I am traveling from this place where I have spent a few days, to Bombay, where my business is.

β€œHow did you know King sahib is on the train?” King asked him, smiling so genially that even the police could not have charged him with more than curiosity.

β€œBy telegram, sir. My brother had the misfortune to miss Captain King sahib at Peshawur and therefore sent a telegram to me asking me to do what I can at an interview.”

β€œI see,” said King. β€œI see.” And judging by the sparkle in his eyes as he looked away he could see a lot. But the native could not see his eyes at that instant, although he tried to.

He looked back at the train, giving the man a good chance to study his face in profile.

β€œOh, thank you, sir!” said the native oilily. β€œYou are most kind! I am your humble servant, sir!”

King nodded good-by to him, his dark eyes in the shadow of the khaki helmet seeming scarcely interested any longer.

β€œCouldn't you find another berth?” Hyde asked him angrily when he stepped back into the compartment.

β€œWhat were you out there looking for?”

King smiled back at him blandly.

β€œI think there are railway thieves on the train,” he announced without any effort at relevance. He might not have heard the question.

β€œWhat makes you think so?”

β€œObservation, sir.”

β€œOh! Then if you've seen thieves, why didn't you have 'em arrested? You were precious free with that authority of yours on Peshawur platform!”

β€œPerhaps you'd care to take the responsibility, sir? Let me point out one of them.”

Full of grudging curiosity Hyde came to stand by him, and King stepped back just as the train began to move.

β€œThat man, sir--over there--no, beyond him--there!”

Hyde thrust head and shoulders through the window, and a well-dressed native with one foot on the running-board at the back end of the train took a long steady stare at him before jumping in and slamming the door of a third-class carriage.

β€œWhich one?” demanded Hyde impatiently.

β€œI don't see him now, sir!”

Hyde snorted and returned to his seat in the silence of unspeakable scorn. But presently he opened a suitcase and drew out a repeating pistol which he cocked carefully and stowed beneath his pillow; not at all a contemptible move, because the Indian railway thief is the most resourceful specialist in the world. But King took no overt precautions of any kind.

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