But what interested Kim more than all these things--he had seen devil-dance masks at the Lahore Museum--was a glimpse of the soft-eyed Hindu child who had left him in the doorway, sitting cross-legged under the table of pearls with a little smile on his scarlet lips.
'I think that Lurgan Sahib wishes to make me afraid.

And I am sure that that devil's brat below the table wishes to see me afraid.
'This place,' he said aloud, 'is like a Wonder House.

Where is my bed ?' Lurgan Sahib pointed to a native quilt in a corner by the loathsome masks, picked up the lamp, and left the room black.
'Was that Lurgan Sahib ?' Kim asked as he cuddled down.

No answer.

He could hear the Hindu boy breathing, however, and, guided by the sound, crawled across the floor, and cuffed into the darkness, crying: 'Give answer, devil! Is this the way to lie to a Sahib ?' From the darkness he fancied he could hear the echo of a chuckle.