Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Swindlers and swindling -- Fiction
Much as I wanted to do so, I was unable to pay another visit to the
palace on the lake. Owing to pressing business, I was compelled to
return to Calcutta as quickly as possible. For this reason it was
nearly eight months before I saw or heard anything of Simon Carne again.
When I _did_ meet him we were in the midst of our preparations for
returning to England. I had been for a ride, I remember, and was in the
act of dismounting from my horse, when an individual came down the steps
and strolled towards me. I recognized him instantly as the man in whom I
had been so much interested in Malar-Kadir. He was now dressed in
fashionable European attire, but there was no mistaking his face. I
held out my hand.
"How do you do, Mr. Carne?" I cried. "This is an unexpected pleasure.
Pray how long have you been in Calcutta?"
"I arrived last night," he answered, "and leave to-morrow morning for
Burma. You see, I have taken your Excellency at your word."
"I am very pleased to see you," I replied. "I have the liveliest
recollection of your kindness to me the day that I lost my way in the
jungle. As you are leaving so soon, I fear we shall not have the
pleasure of seeing much of you, but possibly you can dine with us this
evening?"
"I shall be very glad to do so," he answered simply, watching me with
his wonderful eyes, which somehow always reminded me of those of a
collie.
"Her ladyship is devoted to Indian pottery and brass work," I said, "and
she would never forgive me if I did not give her an opportunity of
consulting you upon her collection."
"I shall be very proud to assist in any way I can," he answered.
"Very well, then, we shall meet at eight. Good-bye."
That evening we had the pleasure of his society at dinner, and I am
prepared to state that a more interesting guest has never sat at a
vice-regal table. My wife and daughters fell under his spell as quickly
as I had done. Indeed, the former told me afterwards that she
considered him the most uncommon man she had met during her residence in
the East, an admission scarcely complimentary to the numerous important
members of my council who all prided themselves upon their originality.
When he said good-bye we had extorted his promise to call upon us in
London, and I gathered later that my wife was prepared to make a lion of
him when he should put in an appearance.
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