“Yes,” he said; “you cannot say more.”
The letter was sealed, and the chief of their guards summoned.
“I want this letter taken to the doctor,” said Mr Braine.
The man bowed, took the letter, and gave it to one of his men, who went off directly, while Mr Braine stood back against the wall of the room.
“I thought so,” he said. “I am fallen from my high position now.”
“What do you mean?” said Murray, eagerly.
“The messenger has gone toward the rajah’s place, and not to the doctor’s house.”
Breakfast was brought in to them soon afterwards, but Murray turned from it in disgust.
“Eat, man,” said Mr Braine, quietly. “It is a necessity. You may want all your wits and strength before long.”
“I said I would look to you for advice,” Murray exclaimed; and he sat down and ate mechanically, while Mr Braine went on talking.