"First I will go to Yasmini. Then she will come here to say the
regiments have started. First she will come alone; after her the
regiments."
"She had better be alone!" said the German. "Go on, run! And don't
forget the way back? Wait! How will she know the way? How will you
describe it to her?"
"She? Describe it to her? I will tell her 'The Winds of the World,'
and she will come straight."
"How? How will she know?"
"The priest who used to be here--whom you bribed to go away--he is
her night doorkeeper now!" said Sita Ram. "Yes, she will come veree
quickly!"
The German let him out with an air mixed of surprise and disbelief,
and returned to Ranjoor Singh with far less iron in his stride,
though with no less determination.
"Now we shall see!" he said, drawing an automatic pistol and cocking
it carefully. "This is not meant as a personal threat to you, so long
as we two are in here alone. It's in case of trickery from outside. I
shall blow this place sky-high if anything goes wrong. If the
regiments come, good! You shall have the bombs. If they don't come,
or if there's a trick played--click! Good-by! We'll argue the rest in
Heaven!"
"Very well," said Ranjoor Singh; and, to show how little he felt
concerned, he drew his basket to him and began to eat.
The German followed suit.
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