As soon as he lifted the curtain of his own modest dwelling in the native quarter, Ryshid knew there was someone in the darkness, waiting for him.
"I hope you don't mind, old boy," Baker said. "Didn't know where else to go to escape being hunted down."
"I am overjoyed to find you well, Sahib. How did you escape?"
Baker told him about his escape, but somehow his talk kept coming back to Malissa, his wife. "I tell you it would take Kathleen Windsor to describe her. She's—but I'm a bore, Ryshid."
Ryshid drew the gun with a graceful movement. "As you say, Sahib. I have read of our traditional life in India, and as a Hindu I know what I must do when I find my home has been invaded by a hunted boar."
Ryshid squeezed the trigger.
VIII
"The shot," the chief said to Street, "unfortunately destroyed our peepbug."
"You were taken there," Street replied. "There is only one way to describe verbally Baker's attitude toward his man, proving this was all an act. A good Hindu would never harm Baker. His wife is built like a cow."