India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
"It's merely a question of nerves, old boy. You would have been
picturing the details over and over again when the beggars were not
talking about 'em, whereas I was able to put them out of my mind.
Well, we got to Agpur at last, and once in the palace, Sher Singh set
to work to try kindness. He let me take up my quarters--watched day
and night, of course--in your old Residency, which looks a good deal
the worse for wear since you left it. The servants you left in charge
seem to have taken first choice when they heard you were hardly likely
to come back, and then the palace servants and the guards had their
turn. Your books were all torn to pieces--they must have thought you
had gold-leaf hidden between the pages--and scattered all about the
place. I camped in the ruins, and Sher Singh came to see me twice. He
talked to me like a man and a brother, pointed out how important it was
for him to find the treasure, what a guarantee of peace it would be,
and how he was obviously the rightful owner now that his father and
brother were dead. I agreed with him in everything, but declined
respectfully to say whether I knew where it was or not. When he
proceeded to threats, I told him that he must think me as big a fool as
I was beginning to consider him. I was not going to tell him whether I
knew the secret, because if I did know it, he would at once begin to
make things very unpleasant for me, and if I didn't, he might kill me
as useless. On the other hand, he could not proceed to extremities
while he was still uncertain, because if I knew the hiding-place, he
would have killed the goose that laid the golden eggs, and if I didn't,
he would have thrown away uselessly his one chance of placating Antony.
That was just when Nisbet was beginning to thunder at the gates of
Agpur--or rather, a good way off them--so it appealed to him. Of
course the flaw in the argument was that if he knew his business, his
torturer might contrive to extract the answer to the question, and the
secret, without killing me, but I had to treat that possibility as
absolutely non-existent. Still, he found out the secret at last."
"Bob!" cried Gerrard anxiously.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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