Christianity, Conversion to -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
Sooba thereupon turned his attention to Mrs. Hulver. Was there any
means of making her feel the weight of his displeasure? He took the
trouble to inform himself of her habits and mode of life. She seldom
left the house except to go to market in the morning. As the town
possessed no English church, Dr. Wenaston held a service for himself
and a few English people in Chirapore, in a room fitted up as a chapel
in the Residency. Thither Mrs. Hulver went on Sundays in the motor.
To attack her and offer violence in the market would simply mean police
and imprisonment. She was never without the faithful Ramachetty, the
cook, and the kitchen coolie who carried the purchases. In the motor,
seated with Miss Wenaston, she was safe from every kind of assault.
Brooding over the mystery of how Ananda escaped, who befriended him,
and how he, Sooba, was to taste revenge, the evening meal was eaten and
he retired to his pillow.
The next morning the search was renewed, the seekers going further
afield into the glades and woods of the mountain. Woodcutters,
herdsmen and cultivators were questioned; but not a sign had been found
of the missing man. Later in the day the cyclist returned with the
news that the fugitive was not at the mission station. Moreover, Mr.
Alderbury was away on tour out of reach of the railway. It was
impossible that Ananda could have joined him on the road. Even the
peons carrying letters and supplies were no longer following him up.
He was trusting to the villages through which he was itinerating to
sell him milk, butter, eggs and fowls; and it was not known exactly
where he was.
If Ananda was not in hiding at the College, nor at the mission house,
nor with the missionary himself where could he be?
This was the question faced by the whole family as they drank their
morning coffee and ate the freshly-made, unleavened rice cakes.
An elderly woman, experienced in the inner workings of the caste
families of Chirapore, breathed the word "well." It was an
inspiration, and the suggestion was caught up at once. Undoubtedly it
was the well. The premises contained no less than three wells; one for
the use of the house, deep and containing a never-failing supply of
pure water; a second near the cattle shed, and a third--more of the
nature of a pond--used only for the garden.
An examination of the wells followed immediately. Two hours later the
household was electrified by the news that Ananda's tweed cap had been
found in the well near the cattleshed. The well was deep; means for
probing its depths were not available. One of the herdsmen was lowered
in the leather bucket, and he discovered the cap hanging from a
protruding root in the masonry of the wall. He was about to enter the
water to dive for the body when he caught sight of a snake. In terror
he signalled to those above to draw him up at once; and after hearing
his tale no one could be persuaded to continue the exploration.
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