Mr. Merriman returned to Calcutta a few days later. Desmond was grieved to observe how rapidly he was aging. In spite of Clive’s recommendation to keep silence he could not refrain from telling his friend what he had discovered about the missing ladies; and he did not regret it, for the knowledge that they were alive and, when last heard of, out of Peloti’s clutches, acted like a tonic. Merriman was all eagerness to set off and search for them himself; but, Desmond pointing out the danger of such a course, he reluctantly agreed to wait a little longer, and see whether any news could be obtained during the operations which Clive was planning against the Nawab. Meanwhile, Desmond learnt from Bulger what had happened to him since the fall of Calcutta. He was one of the hundred and forty-six thrown into the Black Hole. "’Tis only by the mercy of the Almighty I’m here to-day," he said solemnly. "I saw what ’twould be as soon as the door of that Black Hole was locked, and me and some others tried to force it. ’Twern’t no good. Mr. Holwell--he’s a brave man, an’ no mistake--begged an’ prayed of us all to be quiet; but lor’ bless you, he might ha’ saved his breath. ’Twas a hot night; we soon began to sweat most horrible an’ feel a ragin’ thirst. We took off most of our clothes, an’ waved our hats to set the air a-movin’; which ’twas hard enough work, ’cos we was packed so tight. I en’t a-going’ to tell you all the horrors o’ that night, sir; I’d like uncommon to forget ’em, though I don’t believe I never shall. ’Twas so awful that many a poor wretch begged of the Moors outside to fire on ’em. Worst was when the old jamadar put skins o’ water in at the window. My God! them about me fought like demons, which if I hadn’t flattened myself against the wall I should ha’ been crushed or trodden to death, like most on ’em. For me, I couldn’t get near the water; I sucked my shirt sleeves, an’ ’tis my belief ’twas on’y that saved me from goin’ mad. A man what was next me took out his knife an’ slit a vein, ’cos he couldn’t bear the agony no longer. Soon arter, I fell in a dead faint, an’ knowed no more till I found myself on my back outside, with a Moor chuckin’ water at me. They let me go, along with some others; and a rotten old hulk I was, there en’t no mistake about that. Why, bless you, my skin come out all boils as thick as barnacles on a hull arter a twelve months’ voyage, all ’cos o’ being in sich bad air without water. And then the fever came aboard, an’ somehow or other I got shipped to the mounseers’ hospital at Chandernagore, which they was very kind to me, sir; there en’t no denyin’ that. I may be wrong, but I could take my oath, haffidavy, an’ solemn will an’ testament that a mounseer’s got a heart inside of his body arter all, which makes him all the better chap to have a slap at if you come to think of the why an’ wherefore of it." "But how came you on board the _Tyger_?"