A Bottle in the Smoke: A Tale of Anglo-Indian LifeRae, Janet Milne
History
A Bottle in the Smoke: A Tale of Anglo-Indian Life
Rae, Janet Milne
India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
Hester listened silently with strained eyes and a face of deadly pallor.
Indeed she seemed unable to find utterance.
"Speak, Hester," wailed her husband, when he had told her all. "Don't
stand staring at me like a ghost. I've come to say good-bye, Hester! I
couldn't resist that. Mind, I did it for you--to get money to go to the
hills, and now I'll have to flee an outcast and alone!"
"But how--where?" asked Hester in bewildered tones, as if she was only
beginning to have a glimmering of the dreadful import of the revelation
which she had just heard.
"Well, listen--I might dodge the police if I can get off to-night. I've
got some hours in front of them still. I can't for the life of me steady
my thoughts to make any plan. Hester, help me!" he wailed feebly. "I
can't, I won't see the inside of an Indian jail!"
Hester's eyes dilated with horror, but she seemed unable to utter a
word.
"Look here, wife, if I could only get hold of some disguise I might get
off by the early train to Beypore, and go on to Karrachi and ship there.
I've got a pal there who will help me, and see me through this scrape if
I could only reach Beypore without being caught. Ah, but I shouldn't
have told you--I should have kept that dark! Never mind now, you're my
wife and you can keep a secret. Can't you plan out any make-up that
would serve my turn--male or female?"
Hester's mind was already at work. She had so far grasped the desperate
situation. Pain and shame gnawed at her spirit, and the unspoken wail
rang in her heart, "Oh, how could he commit such a dreadful crime?" Even
the query rose in her mind, "Was it right to help him?" If she did not,
the issue was certain according to his own showing. When morning dawned
he would be dragged off to prison. That slender body, those high strung
nerves would not stand that even for a day! "O God, help me," she
murmured, looking on the cowering figure of her husband. "The issues are
with Thee, but surely it is for me, his wife, to help him at this
terrible hour--all I can!"
"Oh, save me, Hester, save me!" implored her husband. "The morning will
be on us, and they'll drag me off as sure as fate."
"Listen to me, Alfred," began Hester, in a quiet firm voice. "Will you
wait here for a moment? I think I have a plan, but I must go up-stairs
and see ayah about it. You need not fear her, she'll be quite
faithful----"
"Anyhow we must risk it," he interrupted, with a ring of hope in his
voice. "I'll wait, Hester, but be quick, there's not a moment to lose."
Left alone Mr. Rayner threw himself on one of the lounging chairs, then,
feeling faint, he remembered that he had not tasted food for many hours.
"Shan't whisper that to her, or she'd be insisting on a good square
meal, and that might cost me dear."
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