are one. Praying that the many gods of India may heap
honors on your honor's head, providing each his proper
attribute toward entire ability to succeed in all things,
but especially in the present undertaking,

"I am Your Excellency's humble servant,
--Yasmini."

He had barely finished reading it when the coachman took a last
corner at a gallop and drew the horses up on their haunches at a
door in a high white wall. Rewa Gunga sprang out of the carriage
before the horses were quite at a standstill.

"Here we are!" he said, and King, gathering up the letter and the
silver tube, noticed that the street curved here so that no other
door and no window overlooked this one.

He followed the Rangar, and he was no sooner into the shadow of
the door than the coachman lashed the horses and the carriage swung
out of view.

"This way," said the Rangar over his shoulder. "Come!"




Chapter III


Lie to a liar, for lies are his coin.