“Who? why, Haidee,” was the equally abrupt answer.
“In what way do you consider she is strange?” Harper queried, somewhat pointedly.
“Well, it is not often an Oriental woman will risk her life for a foreigner, as she is doing for you.”
“But she has personal interests to serve in so doing.”
“Possibly; but they are of secondary consideration.”
“Indeed?”
“Yes. There is a feeling in her breast stronger and more powerful than her hatred for the King or Moghul Singh.”
“What feeling is that?”
“Love.”
“Love! For whom?”