“I carried the Mem Sahib! the treasures of the temple I restored to their resting-place——”
“And the—the other——”
“The door that the Mem Sahib opened she opened by the decree of Fate. It was not for Ramsa Lal to close it. That is a passage——”
“Yes?”
“—To the tomb of the great one who is buried in the temple!”
“Oh! heavens! that white thing——” She raised her hands to her face. “But—the camp——”
“The camp is deserted! they all fled from——”
Moreen sat up, rigidly.
“From what?”