The heavy double lining of the tent however was thick enough so to muffle and deaden the sound that it would pass unnoticed.
The report was considered at Ajmere and forwarded.

It now brought Inspector Coluson of the Police up the railway from Bombay.

He found Mrs.
Ballantyne waiting for him at the Residency of Chitipur.
"I must tell you who I am," he said awkwardly.
"There is no need to," she answered, "I know." He then cautioned her in the usual way, and producing his pocket-book asked her whether she wished to throw any light upon her husband's death.
"No," she said.

"I have nothing to say.

I was asleep and in bed when my ayah came into my room with the news of his death." "Yes," said the Inspector uncomfortably.