British -- Asia -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction
“And put young Hasrat Ali, Wilayat’s son, who by all accounts is a
regular chip of the old block, on the _gadi_? That wouldn’t better
things much, and would mean a nice crop of revolutions and tumults.
Nalapur is too close to our borders for that sort of thing. I don’t
say that I wouldn’t have welcomed poetic justice if it had had the
sense to take its course without consulting me; but as it is, I can’t
connive at the removal of an ally, even an unsatisfactory one. Your
business is to see the Amir as soon as you arrive, if bribes or
threats will do it, so as to forestall Gobind Chand; but don’t leave
without delivering the despatch into his hands, if you have to wait
for a week. Even if Gobind Chand succeeds in getting round him and
persuading him of his innocence, the warning will make him keep his
eyes wide open. And--I am not a particularly nervous man, but this is
a wicked world--see that your men mount guard properly day and night
while you are in Nalapur, and go the rounds yourself at irregular
intervals. Since you know something now of Wilayat Ali, I needn’t
remind you not to trust a word that he says. Well, I’ll turn back
here. Take care of yourself.”
Sir Dugald saluted and rode on with his detachment, and Major Keeling,
putting spurs to his horse, galloped back to Alibad, still in the
gold-laced uniform and plumed helmet he had donned for his interview
with the Vizier. He had never many minutes to waste, and Gobind Chand
had robbed him of half a working day already, but he made time to
pause at the fort and send Lady Haigh a message that he had seen her
husband on his way.
“As if that was any consolation!” cried Lady Haigh when she received
it. “If he had seen him coming back, now----! The way he keeps poor
Dugald running about all day and every day is really shameful. I do
believe”--with gloomy triumph--“that he picks him out for all the
dangerous and awkward bits of work on purpose. If anything happened to
any of the other men, their sweethearts or mothers or sisters might
reproach the Major, and so he sends Dugald, knowing that I have sworn
not to say a word, whatever happens.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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