“Then, when did she go?”
“I saw her go!” said Ismail, affronted.
“When? When, confound you! When?”
“Yesterday.”
“I expect he means to-morrow,” said King. With the advantage of looker-on and a very deep experience of Northerners, he had noted that Ismail was lying and that Saunders was growing doubtful, although both men concealed the truth with what was very close to being art.
“I have a telegram here,” he said, “that says she is in Delhi!”
He patted his coat, where the inner pocket bulged.
“Nay, then the tar lies, for I saw her go with these two eyes of mine!”
“It is not wise to lie to me, my friend,” King assured him, so pleasantly that none could doubt he was telling truth.
“If I lie may I eat dirt!” Ismail answered him.