“Quite right, my brave fellow! you will hardly be brought up for this little theft.”
“I looked for sahib everywhere, where English prisoners are; and when I came to Anar Kali just at the moment that Mrs. Irwin was being driven away in a carriage, I knew that I was at length on the track of my master.”
Heideck violently clutched his arm.
“You saw it? and you know, too, who it was that took her away?”
“Yes, sir, it was Siwalik, the Master of the Horse to Prince Tasatat; and the lady is now with him on the road to Simla.”
“Simla! How do you know that?”
“I was near enough to hear every word that the Indians spoke, and they said that they were going to Simla.”
“And Mrs. Irwin? She didn’t resist? She didn’t cry for help? She allowed herself to be carried off quietly?”
“The lady was very proud. She did not say a word.”
An orderly officer stepped into the tent and brought the Prince an order to appear at once before the Commander-in-Chief.