"I don't know. He disappeared a short time ago. Deserted, I suppose, though I don't see why he should. He was getting on well here."
Dermot smiled grimly and touched the cord and spectacles.
"The man who wore these, who led the Bhuttias in the raid, was Narain Dass."
These was a moment's amazed silence in the room. Then a hubbub arose, and there was a chorus of exclamations and questions.
"Good Heavens, is it possible, Major? He appeared to be such a decent, civil chap," exclaimed Daleham.
"His face seemed familiar to me, as he lay dead on the ground," replied Dermot. "I couldn't place him, though, until I found the spectacles. I put them on his nose, and then I knew him. His hair was cropped close, he was wearing Bhuttia clothes, but it was Narain Dass, the University graduate who was working as a coolie for a few annas a day."
"And he had eight hundred and fifty rupees on him," added the young engineer.
"Yes; and if all the Bhuttias had as much as the one shot that meant over two thousand."
"Where did they get it?"
"Who is behind all this?"