Part 169 (1/2)
I did not turn the lamps out. I went into Strickland's room first and allowed him to make the darkness. Then he followed me, and we lighted tobacco and thought. Strickland did the thinking. I smoked furiously because I was afraid.
”Imray is back,” said Strickland. ”The question is, who killed Imray?
Don't talk--I have a notion of my own. When I took this bungalow I took most of Imray's servants. Imray was guileless and inoffensive, wasn't he?”
I agreed, though the heap under the cloth looked neither one thing nor the other.
”If I call the servants they will stand fast in a crowd and lie like Aryans. What do you suggest?”
”Call 'em in one by one,” I said.
”They'll run away and give the news to all their fellows,” said Strickland.
”We must segregate 'em. Do you suppose your servant knows anything about it?”
”He may, for aught I know, but I don't think it's likely. He has only been here two or three days.”
”What's your notion?” I asked.
”I can't quite tell. How the d.i.c.kens did the man get the wrong side of the ceiling-cloth?”
There was a heavy coughing outside Strickland's bedroom door. This showed that Bahadur Khan, his body-servant, had waked from sleep and wished to put Strickland to bed.
”Come in,” said Strickland. ”It is a very warm night, isn't it?”
Bahadur Khan, a great, green-turbaned, six-foot Mohammedan, said that it was a very warm night, but that there was more rain pending, which, by his honor's favor, would bring relief to the country.
”It will be so, if G.o.d pleases,” said Strickland, tugging off his hoots.
”It is in my mind, Bahadur Khan, that I have worked thee remorselessly for many days--ever since that time when thou first came into my service. What time was that?”
”Has the heaven-born forgotten? It was when Imray Sahib went secretly to Europe without warning given, and I--even I--came into the honored service of the protector of the poor.”
”And Imray Sahib went to Europe?”
”It is so said among the servants.”
”And thou wilt take service with him when he returns?”
”a.s.suredly, sahib. He was a good master and cherished his dependents.”
”That is true. I am very tired, but I can go buck-shooting tomorrow.
Give me the little rifle that I use for black buck; it is in the case yonder.”
The man stooped over the case, banded barrels, stock, and fore-end to Strickland, who fitted them together. Yawning dolefully, then he reached down to the gun-case, took a solid drawn cartridge, and slipped it into the breech of the .360 express.
”And Imray Sahib has gone to Europe secretly? That is very strange, Bahadur Khan, is it not?”
”What do I know of the ways of the white man, heaven-born?”
”Very little, truly. But thou shalt know more. It has reached me that Imray Sahib has returned from his so long journeyings, and that even now he lies in the next room, waiting his servant.”