Everybody, that is, everybody in Rajputana, knows that you can never poison a monkey.

The little prince maintained that the voice he heard was the voice of Matiya, yet every one recognised the jewels to be Tarra's.

There was nothing else to go upon, and the Maharajah decided that it was impossible to tell which of the two had wickedly tried to poison his eldest son.

He arranged, however, that they should both disappear--he could not possibly risk a mistake in the matter.

And I wish that had been the greatest of the Maharajah's injustices.