On the other hand, it was likely enough to be true.

And if true, it was the worst news which Luffe had heard for many a long day.
"Let me hear how the accident--occurred," he said, smiling grimly at the euphemism he used.
"Sahib Linforth was in the tent set apart for him by Abdulla Mahommed.
There were guards to protect him, but it seems they did not watch well.
Huzoor, all have been punished, but punishment will not bring Sahib Linforth to life again.

Therefore hear the words of Wafadar Nazim, spoken now for the last time.

He himself will escort you and your soldiers and officers to the borders of British territory, so that he may rejoice to know that you are safe.

You will leave his Highness Mir Ali behind, who will resign his throne in favour of his uncle Wafadar, and so there will be peace." "And what will happen to Mir Ali, whom we have promised to protect ?" The Diwan shrugged his shoulders in a gentle, deprecatory fashion and smiled his melancholy smile.