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and came baok to oamp very I, what a fool I shall feel if badly soared.
they aren't after me after all; “And that evening the storm I'm damned if I'll be soared burst. I was sitting in my by the howlings of a paok of tent after dinner writing my Bedlamite fanatics. The second diary. Outside all was silent course I hardly considered. save for a subdaed murmuring For, if once you start shootwhere Igmal and the camel. ing, you must go on, or you men were busy cooking their are for it; and even with a evening meal, and a vertioal magazine rifle one man has moon was pouring into the precious little chance against gorge making it as bright as a mob. So I plumped for the day. Then suddenly
suddenly the third alternative. For after silence was shattered, and I all the Englishman in India found myself outside my tent finds it hard to believe that staring towards the shrine. the Indian will ever dare to
"Have you ever anwittingly lay profane hands upon his disturbed & swarm of bees in saored person; even in these the jungle? Well, then, you demooratio days of will know what I mean: one equality, there is sort moment there was stillness of sanotity that hedges him absolate, and - the next - & about. orash of angry sound almost “So I told Ismal that it as sudden and as startling as would be all right on the the barsting of a shell. It's night, and that there was & nasty noise, isn't it--the to be no shooting. ham of the angry swarm got ap on a big rook in the thirsting for blood ? But bod of the gorge, and hoped there is one nastier: the roar for the best. All this time, of a orowd that is hunting the noise was getting nearer man. That was the sound and nearer-it was the worst that I was listening to now; five minutes I've ever spent. and worst of all, I had a Then, with a crash, round & more than shrewd suspicion bend in the gorge the yelling that I was their man. It was paok oame into view. altogether a horrid sound. “The leading hound was
“I did some pretty quiok that Aghori - naked, ashthinking in the next few smeared, horrible_brandishmoments; appreciated the ing his length of chain. situation-as they say in the Close on his heels orowded promotion examinations. It the remainder-fat worthy seemed to me that there were citizens, fanatios, impostorsthree courses open: to out and a panting, soreaming mob; but ran; to shoot; or to try the now in the eyes of one and
the human eye. all gleamed the same lust for İsmal & Co. were all for blood. I looked about everythe first, and frankly it ap- where for Strewal Peter, expealed to me much the most peoting to find him taking & strongly. But then, thought leading part; but much to my garprise there was no sign of had oaught a glimpse of poor him among the crowd. old Jook as he jumped for the
“But he is & queer fellow, throat of a naked ruffian, only your Indian ; you never know to be spitted on an iron trident. how you have him. All his “I don't know muoh about life he may have been your the immediate subsequent bapbest friend, oapable of acts penings; an Indian orowd of extraordinary devotion, yet doesn't handle one nicely. But one fine day some one works one memory will ever lingerapon his feelings and he tries of the fetid stench of sweating to out your throat. Hysteria, humanity; that bouquet peouthat's what it is. Why, there liar to the Indian, combined was a stout banker there in of garlio and hot black-lead. the forefront of the mob. There were too many of them Now, in the ordinary way, on top of meat once—that was he was the sort of fellow to the only thing that saved me. be content to make his 60 And, just as I felt that life was per oent all his days and to being squeezed out of me, sudend up a Rai Bahadur; but denly the pressure lightened, to-night he was a madman. and I realised in a dazed sort And I could see that, for the of way that the Aghori was moment, all that he longed beating off my most intimate for in life was to sink his assailants with his chain. It nails into my flesh.
worked like a charm that “The height of the rook that chain; soon I found myself I was on had prevented the lying in a battered heap below first wave from swamping me; the rook, while the Aghori and as the paok caught sight harangued the frantio pack, of me they bunched together, leaping and baying round us and their musio ceased for a in & oirole. moment.
That gave me my “I suppose I'd had a knook on one chance. I talked, and I the head. Anyway, all this believe I might have held time a queer kink of memory them even then,
kept some verses buzzing “Then that damned fool through my brain. UnpleasIsmal went and spoilt the antly appropriate verses they show. For all of & sudden were, too. Do you remember his old matehlook went off your Ingoldsby Legends'?— with a roar in the background, «"They have pulled you down flat on and some one yelped and fell.
back! That was the end of that.
Bloudie Jacke, With & bellow of rage the And they smack and they thwack, orowd swept forward and
Till your fupny-bones crack,
Good lack! What a savage attack !' lapped over my rook. I got that fat bapker one on the “ Bloudie Jaoke had never bepoint of the chin, and then fore had his proper moed of I went down-but not till I sympathy from me.
1 An honorary title,
"Then I vaguely realised that happened, and all hope was the stragglers from the paok pretty nearly gone. wore improving the shining “Then suddenly, in the sea hour by breaking op my tent. of faces round me, I picked For, orash ! out oame my 'X' out one I know. It was the bed - olosely followed by all Speechless Mystie's. He had my other most cherished pog- looked more dead than alive sessions. And again memory when I had seen him at the automatioally supplied the shrine, but now he was legging rhythm. I found myself re- it like a two-year-old. In peating
faet, he was one of my most
energetio perseoutors, and it “In your tower there's a pretty to-do; was his persistent proddings Bloudie Jacke ;
with his pilgrim's staff that In your tower there's a pretty to-do. All the people of Shrewsbury
now drew my attention to Playing old gooseberry
him. With your choice bits of taste and “Then a most unexpected vertu.'
thing happened. For, as he
bent right over me as though “Gradually, as my sonses to give me & particularly oame baok to me, I began to vicious poke, to my atter grasp : what the Aghori was amazemont I caught a hasty saying. And then I got & whisper in English, Watoh nasty shook.
For he wasn't me and try to koop your arging the mob to meroy, but head; I am a friend. Next merely to utilise my vile body moment, it's true, he had according to his views. The begun again to belabour me goddess apparently was hungry with the best of them. Still, for human sacrifice-long de his blows, I noticed, hadn't nied her; and he pleasantly much weight behind them. suggested that I filled the So I began to have just one role to perfection. His motion faint ray of hope. was oarried unanimously. With “We reached Chandragup at shouts of Chandragap! Chan- last, standing cold, white, and dragap! Throw him in, and silent in the moonlight. The the Terrible One will answer,' paok had tailed out a bit, but they hustled me to my foot, the chook up the slope olosed and bundled me down the them up again, and we reached gorge towards the shore.
the top fairly well together. “ It W88 geven miles to Chan. And there on the slippery dragup. Moro dead than alive, brink they throw me down. I was half-dragged half-carried The Aghori still dominated the in the centre of the mob. And proceedings. With his obain every now and then some one he beat the others down the would eatoh me a buffet to slope, and he and I were left speed me on my way, or spit alone beside the crater. into my face at point-blank "Then began & weird dance of range. But by this time I was death. For round and round past worrying much about what the narrow slippery path the VOL. CCVIII.-NO, MCCLVII,
Aghori capered in the moon- slipped - I can't be certain. light; while the crowd swayed Anyway, in his place, the baok and forward on the slope Spooobless Mystio was now below and bayed in anison, standing by my side. Leaping high in the air, he “And that Aghori fairly would swing his chain re- stirred ap Chandragap, for he peatedly betwoon his naked had been quiet enongh op till thighs — meroilessly belabour- then; bat now he gave us one ing
his own baok and loins in of your 'paroxysmal eruphis eotasy; while the crowd tions' with
Vengeanoe. called on Kali by her hundred First there was
there was a beaving names to hearken to them and and galping, as if he had to vouchsafe e sign : "Oh swallowed something that Bloody Toothed One! Answer simply wouldn't agree with 08. Oh Horrible One! Heark. him, and then all at once his en unto us.' Naked and ash- wholo orater was aflame-for smeared, his antios called to all the world like a colossal mind the leper's danoe in about Christmas padding. the best short story Kipling “The pilgrims had got their ever wrote. For you remember answer. And they didn't seem how the Silver Man danced to like it. Back they went to naked with his shadow, while the bottom of the hill; while Striokland was heating the the Speechless Mystio hauled gan-barrels P1 ...
me after them—to a safe dig“And all this time, by my tanoe. Bat he wasn't speechside, within a few inches of less any longer. He talked to me, lay the oruel blaok surface them like a father-pointing of the mud, momentarily at out to them the error of their rest. How long would it be ways, and the punishment before I went down for ever in that had befallen the Aghori. its choking embrace ?
& very chastened “Then came a point where I aadionoe, with most of the have never been quite clear religion frightened out of it. what happened. I suppose the And, a few minutes later, as olimax had been reached and the last flames were fliokering the time for _my star turn oat, we two found ourselves had arrived. For there was a alone. sudden forward rush of the “Then, as soon as the strain orowd. But, at the same was over, I realised how abmoment, I heard & shriek solately done I was, and there even above the din, and next and then on the side of the moment the mud was heaving voloano I fell asleep. But my sluggishly. The Aghori had sleep seemed soarooly to have disappeared beneath its sur lastod a moment before I found fase. I had a vague impression myself being shaken back to that some one had pushed him oonsoiousness; and I woke to from behind. Bat he may have find the Speeoblo88 Mystic
1 "The Mark of the Beast."
bending over me. Igmal, too, breeze blew cool through the had reappeared from some- soreens of tamarisk, I first where, and was standing at learnt the inward history of the bottom of the slope hold- that heotio night. ing a camel. Dawn was just “For I had many talks with breaking, and it was bitterly the Speechless Mystio. His is cold; I was ohilled to the bone a profession in which it is and so stiff that to move was always war-time, and he has torture. However, despite my been risking his life for the protests, I was promptly last dozen years in as many bundled on to the oamel. Then different countries. In San Ismal set off towards the shore Franoiboo and in London, in with the nose-rope in his hand. Geneva and in Japan, he has
“I was muoh too miserable to carried his life in his hand to question his movements. That watoh the innermost oiroles of ride was
& nightmare. A the Indian anarchiste. For he baggage-camel with a pack. is perhaps the leading Indian saddle is bad enough at the agent of the C.I.D.1 best of times; in my then state, “The War he spent in Berlin. the tortares of the Inquisition But no sooner did he get baok were as nothing to it. At to India for some well-earned last, more dead than alive, I leave than he found himself rolled off at the door of one of reoalled to headquarters in the very huts that I had seen conneotion with
now on first landing, the huts of Bolshevik menace from Central the Iohthyophagoi.
Asia. Well, as he figured it “ And in that but I lived for out to me, in dealing with five days — slowly recovering, Bolshevik propaganda you while I waited for a boat to have two main objects in take me baok to Karaohi. My view-to stop as many agents host was a great strapping as possible from getting into fisherman called Billoo, and no India, and to ostoh the rest one eould have looked after me after they get there. better. In fact, I ran some “As regards the first of risk of being killed by kind- these objects, the northern ness; for I was plied with passes of India are fairly easy delicious soles of Billoo's oatoh. to watoh, and 80 aro
the ing and with succulent Makran regular Seaports. But just dates from Mrs Billoo's store. look at the map and
will eupboard, and cosseted with see that Makran is a weak broth of mountain-sheep fallen point. For any ruffian can to Ismal's jozail; while the board & boasting dhow, say in Speechless Mystio massaged the Persian Gulf, and land my battered limbs as only an unquestioned somewhere in Indian oan.
Makran. And, from there, it “And, lying on the hot dry is a matter of no great diffisand in the shadow of the culty to filter through over the blanket - awning, while the border into Sind, for the ad
i Criminal Investigation Department of India.