"Oh, we know many things," replied the half-caste lightly. "We have even heard of your only son, Jack Haydon."
Mr. Haydon made no reply.
"You would, I suppose, be very unwilling to see any harm happen to him?"
"Thank God!" cried Thomas Haydon fervently, "that, at any rate, is far beyond your power. He is safe at home in England."
Again the mocking laughter burst out in redoubled volume until the rafters rang again. The Ruby King and Saya Chone enjoyed their mirth to the full, then the half-caste sprang to his feet, and pointed with glittering eyes and laughing face to the soft white muslin veil.
"Look there! Thomas Haydon," he cried, "look there!"