“What do you mean?”
“Brandon is a man, after all—and can die,” said John, with deep emphasis. “Vijal,” he continued, in a whisper, “hates me, but he would lay down his life for you.”
“I understand,” said Potts, after a pause.
A long silence followed.
“You go on to the inn,” said Potts, at last. “I’ll talk with Vijal.”
“Shall I risk the policemen?”
“Yes, you run no risk. I’ll sleep in the bank.”
“All right,” said John, and he walked away.
“Vijal,” said Potts, dropping back so as to wait for the Malay. “You are faithful to me.”
“Yes,” answered Vijal.