the Caves. Not one of 'em has ever returned."

King frowned.

"She claims she can enter the Caves and come out again at pleasure.
She has offered to do it, and I have accepted."

It would not have been polite to look incredulous, so King's
expression changed to one of intense interest a little overdone,
as the general did not fail to notice.

"If she hadn't given proof of devotion and ability, I'd have turned
her down. But she has. Only the other day she uncovered a plot
in Delhi--about a million dynamite bombs in a ruined temple in charge
of a German agent for use by mutineers supposed to be ready to rise
against us. Fact! Can you guess who she is?"

"Not Yasmini?" King hazarded, and the general nodded and flicked
his whip. The horse mistook it for a signal, and it was two minutes
before the speed was reduced to mere recklessness.

The helmet-strap mark, printed indelibly on King's jaw and cheek
by the Indian sun, tightened and grew whiter--as the general noted
out of the corner of his eye.

"Know her?"

"Know of her, of course, sir. Everybody does. Never met her to
my knowledge."