British -- Asia -- Fiction; Women physicians -- Fiction
“You must not look at the dead, North, but at the living. If it should
so happen that I were to die as the doctor has died, my last care
would be to give Stratford a solemn charge to get the rest of you
safely out of the country before he hinted at suspicion or said a word
about avenging me. I don’t deny that we ought never to have brought
the ladies here, but, hampered as we are by their presence, we have
given hostages to fortune. Heaven helping me, I mean to have that
treaty signed yet, before we leave Kubbet-ul-Haj; but, if that is not
to be, then I shall turn all my thoughts to getting the ladies across
the frontier in safety. I hope I may feel assured that my staff will
do all in their power to co-operate with me, and to take my place
should I be removed.”
“You may count on me, Sir Dugald,” said Dick, slowly. “I hope you will
forgive what I said just now. I was so much upset that I did not
consider things properly.”
Before Sir Dugald could answer, Stratford, who had gone back to the
Mission to prepare for his visit to the Palace, returned with
Kustendjian, and received his orders. He was on no account to enter
the Palace, merely to stand without and demand justice; and he was to
be satisfied with nothing less than a royal proclamation denouncing
the murderers, and ordering an immediate search for the fugitive
servants. Little success as could be hoped for from this measure, such
an edict would at least vindicate the prestige of the Mission.
“Now,” said Sir Dugald to Dick when Stratford and the interpreter had
taken their departure, “we will get two or three of the servants over
here, and set them to work to knock together a coffin. We must make it
out of some of these packing-cases, I suppose. It will only be a rough
affair. And then we must see about a burial-ground and a grave. It is
sad to leave behind one you have liked and trusted in a country like
this!”
Sir Dugald’s iron face twitched as he spoke, and he stooped over the
corpse.
“Can you find a pair of scissors, North? I must cut off a lock of his
hair for Lady Haigh to take to his mother, for I will not allow either
her or Miss Keeling to come over and see him like this. I must break
the news to them presently, but they shall know as little of the truth
as I can manage to tell them.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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