But as he felt his way down the stairs, that were dimly lighted now,
he knew he had all his senses with him, for he "spotted" and admired
the lurking places that had been designed for undoing of the unwary,
or even the overwary. Yasmini's Delhi nest was like a hundred traps
in one.

"Almost like a pool table," he reflected. "Pocket 'em at both ends
and the middle!"

In the street he found a gharry after a while and drove to his hotel.
And before Ismail came he took a stroll through a bazaar, where he
made a few strange purchases. In the hotel lobby he invested in
a leather bag with a good lock, in which to put them. Later on
Ismail came and proved himself an efficient body-servant.

That evening Ismail carried the leather bag and found his place
on the train, and that was not so difficult, because the trains
running North were nearly empty, although the platforms were all
crowded. As he stood at the carriage door with Ismail near him,
a man named Saunders slipped through the crowd and sought him out.

"Arrested 'em all!" he grinned.

"Good."

"Seen anything of her? I recognized Yasmini's scent on your envelope.
It's peculiar to her--one of her monopolies!"

"No. I'm told she went North yesterday."