“Yes, yes, yes,” cried Singh petulantly. “I told you so.”
“And did he say something to you about Hindustani and Sanskrit?”
“Yes. But there, let’s talk about something else.”
“Directly,” said Glyn. “And did he read the letters on the emeralds?”
Singh looked up at him sharply. “What made you ask that?” he said.
“I asked you,” said Glyn, “because I see you took the belt with you this afternoon.”
“How did you know that?” snapped out the boy.
“Why, a baby would have known it. It was plain enough when you were in such a hurry to scramble it out of sight, and were so clumsy that you showed me what it was.”
“Oh!” ejaculated the boy sharply; and he stood biting his lip. “I—I—”
“There, don’t stammer about it,” said Glyn.