Before he could become accustomed to the altered focus and the deeper black, her beady eyes picked out the whites of his.

Before he could move she was on him--at his throat, tearing it with thin, steel fingers.

Before he could utter a sound, or move, she had drawn a short knife from her clothing and had driven it to the hilt below his ear.

He dropped without a gurgle, and without a sound she gathered up her broom again and swept her way back past the cage-bars, where Ali Partab waited.
"Was any there ?" he whispered.
"There was one." "And-- ?" "He was." "Good! Now will the reward be three mohurs instead of two!" "Where are they ?" "These pigs have taken all the money from me.

Now we must wait until Mahommed Gunga-sahib comes.