The Coming Conquest of England
       “If I gave you orders to arrest this gentleman and bring him to camp, would you hesitate to obey?”      

       The sergeant regarded his superior officer as if the doubt of his loyal military obedience astonished him. He at once gave the two soldiers who were with him a nod and advanced a step further towards the Prince, as though at once to carry out the order.     

       “Stop, sergeant!” cried the Colonel. “I hope that His Highness will not let matters go as far as that. You are perhaps ready now, Maharajah, to receive me?”      

       The Indian silently pointed to the golden chair at the other end of the table. At a sign from the Colonel the sergeant and the two soldiers withdrew.     

       “I have a very serious question to put to you, Maharajah.”      

       “Speak!”      

       “Last evening, during Captain Irwin’s absence, several rascals entered his house with the intention of committing an act of violence on the person of the Captain’s wife. What do you know about the matter, Maharajah?”      

       “I do not understand, Colonel. What should I know?”      

       “Perhaps you would be well advised to try and remember. Do you mean to tell me that you now hear of this business for the first time?”      

       “Certainly! I have not heard a word about it until now.”      

       “And you have not been told that one of the assailants who was killed on the spot was one of your servants?”      

       “No. I have a great many servants, and I am not responsible for their actions, if they are not done by my orders.”      

       “But this is exactly what I believe to have been the case. You will hardly expect me to believe that one of your servants would have dared to make such an attack on his own initiative. Unfortunately, the other villains have escaped, but one of them left behind him a sabre belonging to a man in your bodyguard.”      

       It was evident that the Maharajah had a hard struggle to keep his composure. Endeavouring to conceal his rage behind a supercilious smile, he answered—     


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