"Search him!" The girl's voice cracked in hysteria; her face was dead white, with hectic burning spots in each cheek. "I'm not pleading for myself now--for you. Search him before he leaves this room!" Jaimihr put strong hands on her arms to force her away from the door. His black eyes were laughing down into hers. "Let me ask him a question first, General Crandall--before he leaves this room." The governor's face reflected momentary surprise at this change of tack. "Quickly then," he gruffly conceded. Jaimihr Khan stepped back a pace, his eyes meeting the girl's coldly. "How did you come into the room--when you found me here?" she challenged. The Indian pointed to the double doors over her shoulder. She reached behind her, grasped the knob, and shook it. "Locked!" she announced. "Why not?" Jaimihr asked. "I locked them after me." "And the general's door was locked?" "Yes--yes!" Crandall broke in impatiently. "What's this got to do with----" "Did you lock the general's door?" she questioned the Indian. "No, Sahibah; you did." "And I suppose I locked the door to Lady Crandall's room and my door?" "If they, too, are locked--yes, Sahibah." "Then why"--Jane's voice quavered almost to a shriek--"why had I failed to lock the double doors--the doors through which you came?" The Indian caught his breath, and darted a look at the general. The latter, eying him keenly, stepped to his desk and pressed a button. "Very good; remain here, Jaimihr," he said. Then to Jane: "I will have him searched, as you wish. Then both of you go to the cells until I sift this thing to the bottom." "General! You wouldn't dare!" She stood aghast. "Wouldn't I, though? We'll see whether--" A sharp click sent his head jerking around to the right. Jaimihr Khan, at the door to the general's room, was just slipping the key into his girdle, after having turned the lock. His thin face was crinkled like old sheepskin. "What the devil are you doing?" Crandall exploded. "If the general sahib is waiting for that bell to be answered--he need not wait longer--it will not be answered," Jaimihr Khan purred. "What's this--what's this!" "The wires are cut." "Cut! Who did that?" The general started for the yellow man. Jaimihr Khan whipped a blue-barreled revolver out of his broad sash and leveled it at his master. "Back, General Sahib! I cut them. The sahibah's story is true. It was she who came in and found me at the safe." "My God! You, Jaimihr--you a spy!" The general collapsed weakly into a chair by the desk. "Some might call me that, my General." Jaimihr's weapon was slowly swinging to cover both the seated man and the girl by the doors. "No need to search that drawer, General Sahib. Your pistol is pointing at you this minute." "You'll pay for this!" Crandall gasped. "That may be. One thing I ask you to remember. If one of you makes a move I will kill you both. You are a gallant man, my General; is it not so? Then remember."