"Is martial law proclaimed yet?" asked Kirby in a voice that the general seemed to think was strained, for he looked around sharply.
"Not yet. Why?"
"Information, sir. Anything else?"
"No. Good night."
"Good night, sir."
Kirby nearly ran into Warrington as he hurried back toward the door.
"Find a police officer!" he ordered.
"They all pa.s.sed you a minute ago, sir," answered Warrington.
"They"re headed for police headquarters. Heard one of "em say so."
Kirby pulled himself together. A stranger would not have noticed that he needed it, but Warrington at his elbow saw the effort and was glad.
"Go to police headquarters, then," he ordered. "Try to get them to bring a dozen men and search, that house; but don"t say that Ranjoor Singh"s in there."
"Where"ll I find you, sir?"
"Barracks. Oh, by the way, we"re a sure thing for the front."
"I knew there was some reason why I kept feelin" cheerful!" said Warrington. "The risaldar-major looks like gettin" left."
"Unless," said Kirby, "you can get the police to act to-night-or unless martial law"s proclaimed at once, and I can think of an excuse to search the house with a hundred men myself. Find somebody to give you a lift. So long."
Kirby swung into his dog-cart, the sais did an acrobatic turn behind, and again the horse proceeded to lower records. Zigzag-wise, through streets that were growing more and yet more thronged instead of silent, they tore barrackward, missing men by a miracle every twelve yards. Kirby"s eyes were on a red blotch, now, that danced and glowed above the bazaar a mile ahead. It reminded him of pain.
Presently the horse sniffed smoke, and notified as much before settling down into his stride again. The din of hoa.r.s.e excitement reached Kirby"s ears, and in a moment more a khaki figure leaped out of a shadow and a panting trooper s.n.a.t.c.hed at the back seat, was grabbed by the sais, and swung up in the rear.
"Sahib-"
"All right. I know," said Kirby, though he did not know how he knew.
They raced through another dozen streets until the glare grew blinding and the smoke nearly choked him. Then they were stopped entirely by the crowd, and Colonel Kirby sat motionless; for he had a nearly perfect view of a holocaust. The house in which Ranjoor Singh was supposed to be was so far burned that little more than the walls was standing.
The North Wind hails from the Northern snows, (His voice is loud-oh, listen ye!) He cried of death-the death he knows- Of the mountain death. (Oh, listen ye!) Who looks to the North for love looks long!
Who goes to the North for gain goes wrong!
Men"s hearts are hard, and the goods belong To the strong in the North! (Oh, listen ye!) Whose lot is fair-who loves his life- Walks wide, stays wide of the Northern knife!
(Ye men o" the world, oh, listen ye!) YASMINI"S SONG.
CHAPTER VI
There were police and to spare now, nor any doubt of it. Even the breath of war"s beginning could not keep them elsewhere when a fire had charge in the densest quarters of the danger zone. The din of ancient Delhi roared skyward, and the Delhi crowd surged and fought to be nearer to the flame; but the police already had a cordon around the building, and another detachment was forcing the swarms of men and women into eddying movement in which something like a system developed presently, for there began to be a clear s.p.a.ce in which the fire brigade could work.
"Any bodies recovered?" asked Colonel Kirby, leaning from the seat of his high dogcart to speak to the English fireman who stood sentry over the water-plug.
"No, sir. The fire had too much headway before the alarm went in.
When we got here the whole lower part was red-hot."
"Any means of escape from the building from the rear?"
"As many as from a rat-run, sir. That house is as old as Delhi- about; and there are as any galleries up above connecting with houses at the rear as there are run-holes from cellar to cellar."
"Any chance for anybody down in the cellar?"
"Doubt it, sir. The fire started there; the water"ll do what the fire left undone. Pretty bad trap, sir, I should say, if you asked me."
"No reports of escape or rescue?"
"None that I"ve heard tell of."
"And the house seems doomed, eh? Be some days before they can sort the debris over?"
"Lucky if we save the ten houses nearest it! Look, sir! There she goes!"
The roof fell in, sending five separate volumes of red sparks up into the cloudy night as floor after floor collapsed beneath the weight. The thunder of it was almost drowned in a roar of delight, for the crowd, sensing the new spirit of its masters, was in a mood for the terrible. Then silence fell, as if that had been an overture.
Out of the silence and through the sea of hot humanity, the white of his dress-shirt showing through the unb.u.t.toned front of a military cloak, Warrington rode a borrowed Arab pony, the pony"s owner"s sais running beside him to help clear a pa.s.sage. Warrington was still humming to himself as he dismissed both sais and pony and climbed up beside Kirby in the dog-cart.
"If Ranjoor Singh"s in that house, he"s in a predicament," he said cheerfully. "I went to police headquarters, and the first officer I spoke to told me to go to h.e.l.l. So I went into the next office, where all the big panjandrums hide-and some of the little ones-and they told me what you know, sir, that the house is in flames and every policeman who can be spared is on the job, so I came to see. If Ranjoor Singh"s in there-but I don"t believe he is!"
"Why don"t you?"
"I don"t believe the Lord "ud send us active service-not a real red war against a real enemy-and play a low-down trick on Ranjoor Singh. Ranjoor Singh"s a gentleman. It wouldn"t be sportsmanlike to let him die before the game begins."
For a minute or two they watched the sparks go up and the crowd striking at the rats that still seemed to find some place of exit.
"There"s a place below there that isn"t red-hot yet," said Kirby. "Those rats are not cooked through. Did you tell the police that you wanted a search warrant?"
"Yes. Might as well argue with an ant-heap. All of "em too busy tryin" for commissions in the Volunteers to listen. They"ve got it all cut an" dried-somebody in the bas.e.m.e.nt upset a lamp, according to them-n.o.body up-stairs-n.o.body to turn in the alarm until the fire had complete charge! They offer to prove it when the fire"s out and they can sort the ashes."
"Um-m-m! Tell "em a trooper of ours saw a light there?"
"Yes."
"What did they say?"
""Doubtless the lamp that was kicked over!""
Colonel Kirby clucked to his horse and worked a way out to the edge of the crowd with the skill of one whose business is to handle men in quant.i.ty. Then he shot like a dart up side streets and made for barracks by a detour.
"Gad!" said Warrington suddenly.
"Who"s told "em d"you suppose?"
"Dunno, sir. News leaks in Delhi like water from a lump of ice."