"Amounting as it does to treason, at a time when His Majesty's Government are embarrassed by internal unrest, your act can not be overlooked."
Gungadhura made a motion as if to interrupt, but thought better of it.
"In the circumstances I have the honor to advise Your Highness that the wisest course, and the only course that will avoid impeachment, is abdication."
Gungadhura shook his head violently.
"I can explain," he said. "I have proofs."
Samson turned the paper over—paused a moment—and began to read the second sheet.
"It is known who murdered Mukhum Dass. The assassin has been caught, and has confessed."
Gungadhura's eyes that had been dull, and almost listless hitherto, began to glare like an animal's.
"I have here—" Samson reached in his pocket, "a certain piece of parchment— a map in fact—that was stolen from the body of Mukhum Dass. Perhaps Your Highness will recognize it. Look!"
Gungadhura looked, and started like a man stung. Samson returned the map to his pocket, for the maharajah almost looked like trying to snatch it; but instead he collapsed in his chair again.