King of the Khyber Rifles by Talbot Mundy
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"How knowest thou that?" "I was there, bearing her box of jewels." "Didst thou see her buy the tikkut?" "Nay, I bought it, for she ordered me." "For what destination was the tikkut?" "Peshawur!" said Ismail, filling his mouth with the word as if he loved it. "Yet"--it was King who spoke now, pointing an accusing finger at him--"a burra sahib sends a tar to me--this is it!--to say she is in Delhi still! Who told thee to answer those questions with those words?" "She!" the big man answered. "Yasmini?" "Aye! May Allah cover her with blessings!" "Ah!" said King. "You have my leave to depart out of earshot." Then he turned on Rewa Gunga. "Whatever the truth of all this," he said quietly, "I suppose it |
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