"I'm not nervous. It was a horrid sight, but I'm not troubled with nerves. The man must be dead after such a fall." "Well, no one can say how----" She interrupted him with a touch of impatience born of anxiety. "Would you mind going home by train? Mrs. Greenford is thoroughly unhinged. She is in that tent over there crying her heart out, and she ought to be taken away at once." "She doesn't know him, does she?" "Yes, slightly. It appears that he dined with her and her husband last night." "What do you wish to do?" "Drive her home at once; but it leaves you to go by rail. You won't mind giving her your seat in the motor?" She did not doubt for a moment that he would object. The car was a new purchase made by Wenaston on his arrival in England on furlough. He intended to take it back to India on his return to his work. "Not a bit," he replied readily. "I can't ask Miss Stuart to give up her place in the car." "Of course not; I'll join Ananda and his friends. They are travelling up by the special leaving in about an hour's time." "You need not journey in their company. Now-a-days, when our blood is curdled by assassinations----" He interrupted her. "They are all right--three of the nicest fellows I know." She made a little grimace, not noticing that a Hindu, faultlessly frock-coated and top-hatted, had approached on the other side of the motor, and was waiting for an opportunity to speak, waiting with the courtesy of good breeding that happily is not the monopoly of the European. "Still, one cannot forget----" she mentioned the name of a well-known public man who had been done to death by an Oriental fanatic. The blood rushed to the temples of the Hindu. He raised his hat as he said quietly-- "You must not suppose that we are all assassins, Miss Wenaston, any more than I may suppose you English to be all murderers like----" and he in his turn named a notorious criminal who had recently been convicted of a murder perpetrated under circumstances of peculiar cruelty. "Of course not! I beg your pardon, Mr. Ananda. I ought not to have said it." In her contrition she turned and held out her hand. She felt the nervous close grip, momentary as it was, and the friendliness of the Englishwoman warmed towards the exile. "My brother proposes to travel home with you by rail and give his seat in the motor to Mrs. Greenford, who is upset by the accident. Have you heard how the aviator is?" "I am afraid from all accounts he is in a bad way. The committee has decided to stop the competitions for to-day. Visitors ought to have no objection."