The priest winced.

"None can prove that matter," he said, recovering his composure with
an effort.

"Except I," she retorted, "who have the very letter that was written to
Rum Dass that brought him into thy clutches--and five other proofs beside!
Two long years I waited to have a hold on thee, priest, before I came
to blossom in the odor of thy sanctity; now I am willing to take the small
chance of thy temper getting the better of discretion!"

"You are a devil," he said simply, profoundly convinced of the truth of
his remark; and she laughed like a mischievous child, clapping her
hands together.

"So now," she said, "there is little else to discuss. If Gungadhura should
be superstitious fool enough to come to thee again for auguries and
godly counsel--"

"He comes always. He shows proper devotion to Jinendra."

"Repeat the former story that a clue to the treasure must be found in
Blaine sahib's house --"

"In what form? He will ask me again in what form the clue will be, that
he may recognize it?"

"Tell him there is a map. And be sure to tell him that Tom Tripe is
welcome at the house. Have you understood? Then one other matter: