Part 19 (1/2)
Tess produced Sae la that Tom Tripe had no brains and an to work desperately
”I'm the lady doctor, Tom That is my written order from the burra sahib” (Commissioner)
Tom scratched his head and swore in a low voice fervently
”The difficulty's this, lady: since the escape from the palace across the river, the uards out of my hands entirely I've still the duty to inspect and make sure they're on the job--Oh, I see! I have it!”
He turned on the corporal with all the savagery that the white enerates in contact with Eastern subordinates
”What do youin the way of thea lady doctor to the princess for an excuse to confine her elsewhere and have all this trouble off our hands, and you, like a blockhead, stand in the way to prevent it! See--there's the letter!”
The Rajput looked perplexed All the world knohat privileges the rare Alios
”But it is written in English,” he objected ”The lish”
”Idiot! Of what use would a letter in Persian be to an American lady doctor?'
”But to uard and must read the letter
How can I read the letter?”
”I'll read it to you What'sto the commissioner sahib--”
The Rajput nodded It was all over town that Yas of her recent escape She herself had deliberately sown the seeds of that untruth
”So the commissioner sahib and the ain It was coadhura had had a rather stormy interview the day before; and it was none of the corporal's privilege to know that all they had argued about was the ill-treatreed at the conference that if the princess can be proved mad, then theher away into the hills If she's not ive her her liberty
Do you understand, you dunderhead?”
”Hah! I understand But why at night? Why not the ?”
”Son of incomprehension! Does the maharajah sahib wish stillsuch a visit in the dayti duh already!
Does he want the responsibility? Does he wish the British to say afterward that it was all the reed solely on condition that the cohness of all blame in case of a verdict of madness And it was decided to send an A the British themselves Now, do you understand?”
”Hah! I understand If all this is true the uard with that letter to the maharajah sahib He rite his name on it and send it back, and all is well”
”Suit yourself!” sneered Toirls this minute What happened to the last man who interrupted his amusements?”