"Huzoor!" came the familiar creak, as Tiddu, attracted by the sudden light, stole in from the yard beyond. "Quick! there is no time to lose. Give me the bundle and go back."
"Go back!" echoed Jim Douglas amazed.
"Huzoor! take off the Bunjârah's dress. I have a green turban and shawl here. The Huzoor must go back to the mem at once. There is treachery."
Jim Douglas swore under his breath as he obeyed.
"I know not what, but the mem must not stay there. I heard him boasting before, and just now I caught him prying."
"Who, Jhungi?"
Even at such a moment Tiddu demurred.
"The Huzoor mistakes. It is the miscreant Bhungi--Jhungi is virtuous----"
"You killed him then?" interrupted the hearer, putting the last touch to his disguise.
"What else could I do, Huzoor? I had only my knife. And it is not as if it were--Jhungi----"