“One danger alone remained—an attack from within. But there was none to receive the detested intruders but the pulseless master, from whom all majesty had departed.
“Over the grounds they swarmed, through the doors, along the passageways.
“Abreast of the leading officer appeared the turbaned head and white-robed figure of Ram Lal.
“As the two entered the apartment and gazed upon its silent occupant, with the same impulse both came to a standstill, impressed by the unnatural attitude and the chill undemonstration of the richly-clad figure.
“‘It is the prince!’ cried Ram Lal.
“At once the officer turned to command the curious detachment which had followed them to remain without, and placing a sergeant on guard in the ante-room, he resumed his investigation of the dead man.
“He had not seen the quick approach of Ram Lal, nor the rapid movement of his searching hand.
“It was over in an instant, but in that instant Ram Lal had assured himself of the presence of the precious jacket beneath the cambric folds.
“‘He is dead!’ he cried to the officer, as the latter approached to discover some reason for this shocking sight.
“‘He is still warm,’ exclaimed the other, as he placed his hand, with careless familiarity, upon the cheek of the prince.