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.

"This was intended for purpose of identification at a given time
and place," he told himself.

"Were you muttering at me?" asked Hyde.

"No, sir."

"It looked extremely like it!"

"My mistake, sir. Nothing of the sort intended."

"H-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.