The House of the Falcon
"Sahib," he addressed the major, "the carriage came not to the palace entrance but went swiftly from the stables out the gate."
"After the two-wheeled cart had passed out"
"As the sahib has said."
Fraser-Carnie glanced inquiringly at Monsey.
"You said the phaëton called for you at the drive entrance?"
"I did not enter it. Because Miss Rand—she had gone." Just a trifle, Monsey's slight accent thickened. "So, I dismissed the driver."
"Who returned to the stables?"
Monsey was quick of thought. At the card table he seldom hesitated. Nor did he hesitate now.
"Yes, monsieur—I believe the chap drove around the drive, however, to arrive at the stables."
Fraser-Carnie glanced at Dhar Beg. It was not an easy matter to give the lie to a white man; but an Afghan has principles of his own and he generally lacks fear.
"Sahib, with my eyes I saw the carriage roll from the palace gateway and it did not come back."
This time the major nodded slightly. By long experience he knew when Dhar Beg was telling the truth. All that he had learned, however, was that the carriage had left the palace grounds shortly after the cart. Monsey rose.
"My dear fellow," he observed idly, "am I answerable for the route followed by that scoundrel who is my driver? Was I or was I not at the palace during the whole of the evening?"
At this Miss Rand announced that she must return to the bungalow. Fraser-Carnie ushered her to the door and commanded Dhar Beg to escort her. Then
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