Ramabai made his preparations in case the hunters entered the house. He opened a secret door which led into a large gallery, dim and dusty but still beautiful. Ancient armor covered the walls; armor of the days when there existed in Delhi a peacock throne; armor inlaid with gold and silver and turquoise, and there were jewel-incrusted swords and daggers, a blazing helmet which one of Pundita's ancestors had worn when the Great Khan came thundering down from China.
"Here," said Ramabai to the colonel, "you will be safe. They might search for days without learning this room existed. There will be no need to remain here now. Time enough when my servant gives warning."
They filed out of the gallery solemnly. Kathlyn went into the garden, followed by Bruce.
"Do you know," said Kathlyn, "the sight of all that armor, old and still magnificent, seemed to awaken the recollection of another age to me?"
He wanted to take her in his arms, but he waited for her to continue the thought.
"I wonder if, in the dim past, I was not an Amazon?"
She stretched out her arms and suddenly he caught them and drew them down.
"I love you, Kathlyn!"
"No, no!" She struggled back from him. "Let us return to father and Winnie," she said.
During this talk in the garden Umballa had not been inactive. He ordered his captain of the guard to proceed at once to the house of Ramabai and learn if they were there, or had been.