Without leaving his carriage, he called out the obsequious old Hindu.

The dusk of evening favored Ram Lal in his adroit lying.
He gave a brief account of Hugh Johnstone's strange morning seizure, forgetting to divulge to Hawke that the old nabob had already bribed him heavily to watch the inmate of the Silver Bungalow, and report to him her every movement.

Nor, did the Hindu divulge his secret report to Madame Berthe Louison, after her ostentatious public carriage promenade.
He further hid the fact that Madame Louison had deftly pressed a hundred pounds upon him, in return for a daily report of the secret life of the marble house.

But he smiled blandly, when Major Hawke hastily said "Will he die ?" "No; he is all right! He was over there with the Mem-Sahib this morning, and something must have happened." "What happened ?" imperiously demanded Hawke.
"I don't know," slowly answered Ram Lal.
"Don't lie to me, Ram Lal," fiercely said the Major.

"I have a fifty-pound note if you will find out." "He is going there to-morrow," slowly said Ram.
"All right, watch them both.