British -- Asia -- Fiction; Women physicians -- Fiction
“It is rather long, and I am afraid you will find it a little
tedious,” he said, throwing away his cigarette; “but I can assure you
that the experience was much more tedious to go through than to talk
about. Well, no attempt was made to molest me when I got to the
Palace, and I started off as usual in the direction of the hall of
audience. Generally, as you know, when we have gone to the Palace,
there have been a lot of chamberlains and fellows to clear a path for
us and bring us to the King, but to-day I had to elbow my way through
the crowd that was hanging about. It was a sign that times were
changed; but that wasn’t all, for, before I had got half-way through
the mob, I felt a pull at my coat-tail, and when I could put my hand
there, I found that I had been eased of my pistol. However, as I had
put the pistol into that pocket for the express purpose of having it
seen and stolen, I didn’t mind much. When I got to the door of the
audience-chamber, the guard made a fuss about letting me in; but I
said that the King had sent for me, and I meant to see him. When they
saw that I would stand no nonsense, they let me pass, and I found the
King and Fath-ud-Din, as I had hoped, in the room in which they had
tried to bribe the Chief to sign their treaty. It is quite small, you
remember, and the walls are solid, without any of the lattice-work
panels you see in the big hall. The windows are high up, and all the
open carving is of stone, and not of wood. It was another score for me
that the King thought fit to treat me as a criminal, and didn’t invite
me to come close to him, so I chose my position, and camped in the
corner in a line with the door, and opposite to the King’s divan. Of
course this was nominally in order that what we said should not be
overheard outside. They brought in coffee; but I refused to taste it,
for I didn’t see any advantage in being poisoned at the very outset,
and there was no object in keeping on the mask of friendliness any
longer.”
“Wait a minute,” said Dick. “How did you manage everything without an
interpreter?”
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