"Not by train, she didn't! It's my business to know that!"

King did not answer; nor did he look surprised. He was watching
Rewa Gunga, followed by a servant, hurrying to a reserved compartment
at the front end of the train. The Rangar waved to him and he
waved back.

"I'd know her in a million!" vowed Saunders. "I can take oath she
hasn't gone anywhere by train! Unless she has walked, or taken a
carriage, she's in Delhi!"

The engine gave a preliminary shriek and the giant Ismail nudged
King's elbow in impatient warning. There was no more sign of Rewa
Gunga, who had evidently settled down in his compartment for
the night.

"Get my bag out again!" King ordered, and Ismail stared.

"Get out my bag, I said!"

"To hear is to obey!" Ismail grumbled, reaching with his long arm
through the window.

The engine shrieked again, somebody whistled, and the train began
to move.

"You've missed it!" said Saunders, amused at Ismail's frantic
disappointment. The giant was tugging at his beard. "How about
your trunk? Better wire ahead and have it spotted for you."