"When? When, confound you! When?"

"Yesterday."

"I expect he means to-morrow," said King. With the advantage of
looker-on and a very deep experience of Northerners, he had noted
that Ismail was lying and that Saunders was growing doubtful,
although both men concealed the truth with what was very close to
being art.

"I have a telegram here," he said, "that says she is in Delhi!"

He patted his coat, where the inner pocket bulged.

"Nay, then the tar lies, for I saw her go with these two eyes of mine!"

"It is not wise to lie to me, my friend," King assured him, so
pleasantly that none could doubt he was telling truth.

"If I lie may I eat dirt!" Ismail answered him.

Inches lent the Afridi dignity, but dignity has often been used
as a stalking horse for untruth. King nodded, and it was not
possible to judge by his expression whether he believed or not.

"Let's make a move," be said, turning to Saunders. "She seems at
any rate to wish it believed she has gone North. I can't stay here
indefinitely. If she's here she's on the watch here, and there's
no need of me. If she has gone North, then that is where the kites
are wheeling! I'll take the early morning train. Where are