ISBN: 9781153625555

Excerpt: ...the form of taking leave, contenting himself, too, with the veriest shell of courtesy-scorn for such an offer scowling from his fat face. Samson showed him to the door and clo… Plus…

Excerpt: ...the form of taking leave, contenting himself, too, with the veriest shell of courtesy-scorn for such an offer scowling from his fat face. Samson showed him to the door and closed it after him, leaving Babu Sita Ram to do the honors outside in the passage. I kiss feet! said the babu. You must bless me, father. I kiss feet! The priest blessed him perfunctorily. Is there anything I can do, holy one? Anything a babu such as I can do to earn merit? Rolling on his ponderous way toward the waiting bull-cart, the priest paused a moment-eyed Sita Ram as a python eyes a meal-and answered him. Tell that woman from me that if she has a plan at all she must unfold it swiftly. Tell her that this Samson sahib is after the treasure for himself; that he invited me to help him and to share it with him. Let her have word with me swiftly. What treasure? asked Sita Ram ingenuously. Having had his ear to the knot-hole throughout the interview, it suited him to establish innocence. The priest could have struck himself for the mistake, and Sita Ram, too, for the impudence. Never mind! he answered. Tell her what I say. Those who obey and ask no unwise questions oftentimes receive rewards. Inside the office Samson sat elated, wiping his forehead and setting blotter over writing-paper lest sweat from his wrists make the ink run. It was a bender of a night, but he saw his way to a brilliant stroke of statecraft that would land him on the heights of official approval forever. Heat did not matter. The man at the punkah had fallen asleep, but he did not bother to waken him. Back at the knot-hole, babu Sita Ram watched him scribble half a dozen letters, tearing each up in turn until the last one pleased him. Finally he sealed a letter, and directed it by simply writing two small letters-r. s.-in the bottom left-hand corner. Sita Ram! he shouted then. The babu let him call three times, for evidence of how hard it was to hear through that thick door. When he... Talbot Mundy, Books, Fiction and Literature, Guns Of The Gods Books>Fiction and Literature The book has no illustrations or index. Purchasers are entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Subjects: American fiction; India; Fiction / Action<

ISBN: 9781153625555

Excerpt: ...the form of taking leave, contenting himself, too, with the veriest shell of courtesy-scorn for such an offer scowling from his fat face. Samson showed him to the door and clo… Plus…

Excerpt: ...the form of taking leave, contenting himself, too, with the veriest shell of courtesy-scorn for such an offer scowling from his fat face. Samson showed him to the door and closed it after him, leaving Babu Sita Ram to do the honors outside in the passage. I kiss feet! said the babu. You must bless me, father. I kiss feet! The priest blessed him perfunctorily. Is there anything I can do, holy one? Anything a babu such as I can do to earn merit? Rolling on his ponderous way toward the waiting bull-cart, the priest paused a moment-eyed Sita Ram as a python eyes a meal-and answered him. Tell that woman from me that if she has a plan at all she must unfold it swiftly. Tell her that this Samson sahib is after the treasure for himself; that he invited me to help him and to share it with him. Let her have word with me swiftly. What treasure? asked Sita Ram ingenuously. Having had his ear to the knot-hole throughout the interview, it suited him to establish innocence. The priest could have struck himself for the mistake, and Sita Ram, too, for the impudence. Never mind! he answered. Tell her what I say. Those who obey and ask no unwise questions oftentimes receive rewards. Inside the office Samson sat elated, wiping his forehead and setting blotter over writing-paper lest sweat from his wrists make the ink run. It was a bender of a night, but he saw his way to a brilliant stroke of statecraft that would land him on the heights of official approval forever. Heat did not matter. The man at the punkah had fallen asleep, but he did not bother to waken him. Back at the knot-hole, babu Sita Ram watched him scribble half a dozen letters, tearing each up in turn until the last one pleased him. Finally he sealed a letter, and directed it by simply writing two small letters-r. s.-in the bottom left-hand corner. Sita Ram! he shouted then. The babu let him call three times, for evidence of how hard it was to hear through that thick door. When he... Talbot Mundy, Books, Fiction and Literature, Guns Of The Gods Books>Fiction and Literature, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 1153625555