Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Swindlers and swindling -- Fiction
"By mid-day to-morrow. It must be paid in to my account at the bank
before twelve o’clock. You will have no difficulty in obtaining it I
know. Your respectable merchant friends will do it for you if you but
hold up your little finger. If they don’t feel inclined, then put on
the screw and make them."
She laughed as he paid this tribute to her power. A moment later,
however, she was all gravity.
"And the security?"
He leant towards her and whispered in her ear.
"It is well," she replied. "The money shall be found for you to-morrow.
Now tell me your plans; I must know all that you intend doing."
"In the first place," he answered, drawing a little closer to her, and
speaking in a lower voice, so that no eavesdropper should hear, "I shall
take with me Abdul Khan, Ram Gafur, Jowur Singh and Nur Ali, with others
of less note as servants. I shall engage the best house in London, and
under the wing of our gracious Viceroy, who has promised me the light of
his countenance, will work my way into the highest society. That done,
I shall commence operations. No one shall ever suspect!"
"And when it is finished, and you have accomplished your desires, how
will you escape?"
"That I have not yet arranged. But of this you may be sure, I shall run
no risks."
"And afterwards?"
He leant a little towards her again, and patted her affectionately upon
the hand.
"Then we shall see what we shall see," he said, "I don’t think you will
find me ungrateful."
She shook her pretty head.
"It is good talk," she cried, "but it means nothing. You always say the
same. How am I to know that you will not learn to love one of the white
memsahibs when you are so much among them?"
"Because there is but one Trincomalee Liz," he answered; "and for that
reason you need have no fear."
Her face expressed the doubt with which she received this assertion. As
she had said, it was not the first time she had been cajoled into
advancing him large sums with the same assurance. He knew this, and,
lest she should alter her mind, prepared to change the subject.
"Besides the others, I must take Hiram Singh and Wajib Baksh. They are
in Calcutta, I am told, and I must communicate with them before noon
to-morrow. They are the most expert craftsmen in India, and I shall have
need of them."
"I will have them found, and word shall be sent to you."
"Could I not meet them here?"
"Nay, it is impossible. I shall not be here myself. I leave for Madras
within six hours."
"Is there, then, trouble toward?"
She smiled, and spread her hands apart with a gesture that said: "Who
knows?"
He did not question her further, but after a little conversation on the
subject of the money, rose to bid her farewell.
"I do not like this idea," she said, standing before him and looking him
in the face. "It is too dangerous. Why should you run such risk? Let
us go to Burma. You shall be my vizier."
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