the prisoners?"

"In the old Mir Khan Palace. We were short of jail room and had
to improvise. The horse-stalls there have come in handy more than
once before. Shall we take this gharry?"

With Ismail up beside the driver nursing King's bag and looking
like a great grim vulture about to eat the horse, they drove back
through swarming streets in the direction of the river. King seemed
to have lost all interest in crowds. He scarcely even troubled
to watch when they were held up at a cross-roads by a marching
regiment that tramped as if it were herald of the Last Trump, with
bayonets glistening in the street lights. He sat staring ahead
in silence, although Saunders made more than one effort to engage
him in conversation.

"No!" he said at last suddenly--so that Saunders jumped.

"No what?"

"No need to stay here. I've got what I came for!"

"What was that?" asked Saunders, but King was silent again. Conscious
of the unaccustomed weight on his left wrist, he moved his arm so
that the sleeve drew and he could see the edge of the great gold
bracelet Rewa Gunga had given him in Yasmini's name.

"Know anything of Rewa Gunga?" he asked suddenly again.

"The Rangar?"