My sole business is
to see that the utmost use is made of it."
"That also is my sole business!" vowed Ranjoor Singh.
"You have heard that the police are after me?"
Ranjoor Singh nodded.
"Can you get away from here unseen--unknown to the police?"
Ranjoor Singh nodded again, for he was very sure of Yasmini's
resource.
Again the German began to pace the room, now with his hands behind
him, now with folded arms, now with his chin down to his breast, and
now with a high chin as he seemed on the verge of reaching some
determination. And then Yasmini began to loose the flood of her
resources, that Ranjoor Singh might make use of what he chose; she
was satisfied to leave the German in the Sikh's hands and to squander
aid at random.
Men began to come in, one at a time. They would whisper to Ranjoor
Singh, and hurry out again. Some of them would whisper to Yasmini
over in the window, and she would give them mock messages to carry,
very seriously. Babu Sita Ram was stirred out of a meditative coma
and sent hurrying away, to come back after a little while and wring
his hands. He ran over to Yasmini.
"It is awful!" he wailed. "Soon there will be no troops left with
which to quell Mohammedan uprising. All loyal troops are leaving, and
none but disloyal men are left behind. The government is mad, and I
am veree much afraid!"
Yasmini quieted him, and Ranjoor Singh, pretending to be busy with
other messengers, noted the effect of the babu's wail on the German.
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