She looked up with as lovely a pair of eyes as ever saw the light, smiled, and responded:
"Heaven will hold us all, Sahib!"
I was about to reason with her, but her husband, with an expression of pride, interfered, and informed me that she had taken eighteen lives.
"Twenty-one!" she exclaimed.
"Eighteen only!" said he.
"Twenty-one!" she persisted, and ran them over counting on her fingers the places and the dates when the murders were committed. Her husband then admitted that she was in the right, and, turning to me, remarked:
"She is a very clever woman, Sahib."
"Were your victims men or women?" I said to her.
"All women," she answered me. "Some old and some young."