"Koyala again," Peter Gross remarked. "She has been our good angel all the way."
Carver was silent. The resident looked at him curiously.
"I am surprised that you believed her so readily," he said. They jogged along some distance before the captain replied.
"I believed her. But I don't believe in her," he said.
"Something's happened since to cause you to lose confidence in her?" Peter Gross asked quickly.
"No, nothing specific. Only Muller and his controlleurs are having the devil's own time getting the census. Many of the chiefs won't even let them enter their villages. Somebody has been stirring them up. And there have been raids—"
"So you assume it's Koyala?" Peter Gross demanded harshly.
Carver evaded a reply. "I got a report that the priests are preaching a holy war among the Malay and Dyak Mohammedans."
"That is bad, bad," Peter Gross observed, frowning thoughtfully. "We must find out who is at the bottom of this."
"The Argus Pheasant isn't flying around the country for nothing," Carver suggested, but stopped abruptly as he saw the flash of anger that crossed his superior's face.