"What makes you say it is from Khinjan?"

"She brought it from Khinjan Caves herself! There is another knife
that matches it, but that is not here. That bracelet you now wear,
sahib, is from Khinjan Caves too! She has the secret of the Caves!"

"I have heard that the 'Heart of the Hills' is there," King answered.
"Is the 'Heart of the Hills' a treasure house?"

Rewa Gunga laughed.

"Ask her, sahib! Perhaps she will tell you! Perhaps she will let
you see! Who knows? She is a woman of resource and unexpectedness--
Let her women dance for you a while."

King nodded. Then he got up and laid the knife back on the little
table. A minute or so later he noticed that at a sign from Rewa
Gunga a woman left the great window place and spirited the knife away.

"May I have a sheet of paper?" he asked, for he knew that another
fight for his self-command was due.

Rewa Gunga gave an order, and a maid brought him scented paper on
a silver tray. He drew out his own fountain pen then and made ready.

In spite of the great silken punkah that swung rhythmically across
the full breadth of the room the beat was so great that the pen
slipped round and round between his fingers. Yet he contrived to
write, and since his one object was to give his brain employment,
he wrote down a list of the names he had memorized in the train on