Desmond kept well in the shelter of the palm trees as he made his observation of the ghat. He wondered where Surendra Nath was, but could not waste time in looking for him. Retracing his steps with Bulger for some little distance, he came to a spot on the river bank where the rest of his party were waiting in a boat, moored to an overhanging tree. He ordered the men to land; then, leaving Bulger in charge of them, he selected three of the armed peons and with them made his way across paddy[#] fields towards the Armenian’s house, a hundred yards or so from the bank. Light came through the reed-screened window. Bidding the men remain outside and rush in if he called them, he left the shelter of the trees and, approaching the door, stumbled over the darwan lying across the threshold. [#] Rice. "Uthao,[#] Marwan!" he said, with the bluntness of servant addressing servant; "sleeping again! Go and tell your master I’m here to see him: a khitmatgar from the fort." [#] Get up. The man rose sleepily and preceded him into the house. He made the announcement, salaamed and retired. Desmond went in. In a little room on the ground floor Coja Solomon reclined on a divan, smoking his hubble-bubble. A small oil-lamp burnt in a pendant above his head. He looked up as Desmond entered; if he thought that his visitor was somewhat better set-up than the average khitmatgar, he did not suspect any disguise. The light was dim, and Coja Solomon was growing old. "Good evening, Khwaja," said Desmond quietly. The man jumped as if shot. "No, don’t get up, and don’t make a noise. My business with you will not take long. I will ask you to hand over Mr. Merriman’s dastaks. I know that they are in your possession. I have come to get them, and to take away the goods--Mr. Merriman’s goods." The Armenian had meanwhile removed the mouthpiece of his hubble-bubble, and was bending over as if to replace it by one of several that lay on a shelf at his right hand. But Desmond noticed that beneath the shelf stood a small gong. He whipped out a pistol, and pointed it full at the merchant. "Don’t touch that," he said curtly. "I have not come unprepared, as you see. Your plans are known to me. If you value your life you will do as I wish without delay or disturbance. My men are outside; a word from me will bring them swarming in. Now, the dastaks!"