By train and horse and tonga Samson contrived to reach Sialpore on the morning before the day set for the polo tournament. He barely allowed himself time to shave before going to see d.i.c.k Blaine, and found him, as he expected, at the end of the tunnel nearly a hundred yards long that started from inside the palace wall and pa.s.sed out under it.
The guards at the gate did not dare refuse the commissioner admission.
So far, d.i.c.k had not begun demolition of the palace, but had dragged together enough lumber by pulling down sheds and outhouses. He was not a destructive-minded man.
"Will you come outside and talk with me?" Samson shouted, amid the din of pick and shovel work.
"Sure."
d.i.c.k"s poker face was in perfect working order by the time they reached the light. But he stood with his back to the sun and let Samson have the worst of the position.
"You"re wasting time and money, Blaine. I"ve come to tell you so."
"Now--that"s good of you."
"Your contract with Gungadhura is not worth the paper it"s written on."
"How so?"
"He will not be maharajah after noon today!"
"You don"t mean it!"
"That information is confidential, but the news will be out by tomorrow.
The British Administration intends to take over all the land on this side of the river. That"s confidential too. Between you and me, our government would never recognize a contract between you and Gungadhura. I warned you once, and your wife a second time."
"Sure, she told me."
"Well. You and I have been friends, Blaine. I"d like you to regard this as not personal. But--"
"Oh, I get you. I"m to call the men off? That it?"
"You"ve only until tomorrow in any case."
"And Gungadhura, broke, to look to for the pay-roll! Well--as you say, what"s the use?"
"I"d pay your men off altogether, if I were you."
"They"re a good gang."
"No doubt. We"ve all admired your ability to make men work. But there"ll be a new maharajah in a day or two, and, strictly between you and me, as one friend to another, there"ll be a very slight chance indeed of your getting a contract from the incoming man to carry on your mining in the hills.
I"d like to save you trouble and expense."
"Real good of you."
"Er--found anything down there?" Samson nodded over his shoulder toward the tunnel mouth.
"Not yet."
"Any signs of anything?"
"Not yet."
Samson looked relieved.
"By the way. You mentioned the other day something about evidence relating to the murder of Mukhum Da.s.s."
"I did."
"Was it anything important?"
"Maybe. Looked so to me."
"Would you mind giving me an outline of it?"
"You said that day you knew who murdered Mukhum Da.s.s?"
"Yes. When I got in this morning there was a note on my desk from Norwood, the superintendent of police, to say that they"ve arrested your butler and cook, and the murderer of Mukhum Da.s.s all hiding together near a railway station. The murderer has squealed, as you Americans say.
They often do when they"re caught. He has told who put him up to it."
"Guess I"ll give you this, then. It"s the map out of the silver tube that Mukhum Da.s.s burgled from my cellar. Gungadhura gave it to me with instructions to dig here. You"ll note there"s blood on it."
Samson"s eyes looked hardly interested as he took it. Then he looked, and they blazed. He put it in his inner pocket hurriedly.
"Too bad, Blaine!" he laughed. "So you even had a map of the treasure, eh?
Another day or two and you"d have forestalled us! I suppose you"d a contract with Gungadhura for a share of it?"
"You bet!"
"Well--it wasn"t registered. I doubt if you could have enforced it.
Gungadhura is an awful rascal."
"Gee!" lied d.i.c.k. "I never thought of that! I had my other contract registered all right--in your office--you remember?"
"Yes. I warned you at the time about Gungadhura."
"You did. I remember now. You did. Well, I suppose the wife and I"ll be heading for the U. S. A. soon, richer by the experience. Still--I reckon I"ll wait around and see the new maharajah in the saddle, and watch what comes of it."
"You"ve no chance, Blaine, believe me!"
"All right, I"ll think it over. Meanwhile, I"ll whistle off these men."
The next man Samson interviewed was Willoughby de Wing.
"Let me have a commissioner"s escort, please," he demanded. "I"m going to see Gungadhura now! You"d better follow up with a troop to r eplace the maharajah"s guards around his palace. We can"t put him under arrest without impeaching him; but--make it pretty plain to the guard they"re there to protect a man who has abdicated; that no one"s to be allowed in, and n.o.body out unless he can explain his business.
Then, can you spare some guards for another job? I want about twenty men on the River Palace at once. Caution them carefully. n.o.body"s to go inside the grounds. Order the maharajah"s guards away! It"s a little previous. His officers will try to make trouble of course. But an apology at the proper time will cover that."
"What"s the new excitement?" asked the colonel. "More murders?
More princesses out at night?"
"This is between you and me. Not a word to a living soul, De Wing!"