"Then choose your messenger. Choose a man who will not try to play tricks--a man who will not warn the authorities, because if there is any slip, any trickery, I will undo in one second all that has been done!" So Ranjoor Singh conferred with Yasmini over the two great bowls of flowers that always stand in her big window; and she suppressed a squeal of excitement while she watched the German resume his pacing up and down. "Take Sita Ram!" she advised. Ranjoor Singh scowled at the babu. "That fat bellyful of fear!" he growled. "I would rather take a pig!" "All the same, take Sita Ram!" she advised. So the babu was roused again out of a comfortable snooze, and Yasmini whispered to him something that frightened him so much that he trembled like a man with palsy. "I am married man with children!" he expostulated. "I will be kind to your widow!" purred Yasmini. "I will not go!" vowed the babu. "Put him in the cobra room!" she commanded, and some maids came closer to obey. "I will go!" said Sita Ram. "But, oh, my God, a man should receive pecuniary recompense far greater than legendary ransom! I shall not come back alive! I know I shall not come back alive!" "Who cares, _babuji?_" asked Yasmini. "True!" said Sita Ram. "This is land of devil-take-hindmost, and with my big stomach I am often last. I am veree full of fear!" "We shall need food," interposed the German. "Water will be there, but we had better have sufficient food with us for two nights." Yasmini gave a sharp order, and several of her maids ran out of the room. Ten minutes later they returned with three baskets, and gave one each to the German, to Ranjoor Singh, and to Sita Ram. Sita Ham opened his and peered in. The German opened his, looked pleased, and closed the lid again. Ranjoor Singh accepted his at its face value, and did not open it. "May the memsahib never lack plenty from which to give!" he said, for there is no word for "Thank you" in all India. "I will bless the memsahib at each mouthful!" said Sita Ram. "Truly a bellyful of blessings!" laughed Yasmini. Then they all went to the stair-head and watched and listened through the open door while a closed carriage was driven away in a great hurry. Three maids and six men came up-stairs one after another, at intervals, to report the road all clear; the first carriage had not been followed, and there was nobody watching; another carriage waited. Babu Sita Ram was sent downstairs to get into the waiting carriage and stay there on the lookout. "Now bring him better clothes!" said Ranjoor Singh. But Yasmini had anticipated that order. "They are in the carriage, on the seat," she said. So the German went down-stairs and climbed in beside the babu, changing his turban at once for the better one that he found waiting in there. "This performance is worth a rajah's ransom!" grumbled babu Sita Ram. "Will sahib not put elbow in my belly, seeing same is highly sensitive?" But the German laughed at him.