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struck a match damp ! another damp ! another ! 

 She always put three out ready by the box. The 

 curtain shook ; something what ! came from 

 behind it a noiseless step : it was a figure. In 

 the semi-darkness she sprang out of bed, and at the 

 same moment the figure of a native sprang forward 



with a knife in his hand. . . . Miss , with a 



good loud shriek and plenty of pluck, went straight 

 for him, and they grappled together near the wall ; 

 but her screams roused the house at once, and the 

 main object of the ruffian was to get off. He 

 cut her hand badly, and, breaking from her grasp, 

 dashed down a passage and through an open window, 

 out into the compound; an exciting chase followed, 

 and in the end he was caught by the servants. He 

 proved to be the cook's mate, and had, of course, 

 known of the money being taken out of the bank. 

 Little Terry had been drugged, which accounted for 

 his apathy and apparent deafness. The thought of 

 the man's having lain behind the curtain while 



Miss undressed was an unpalatable one. He 



was given I forget how many years' penal servitude 

 in Lahore Jail. 



We drove over there one morning to see the 

 prisoners making carpets, eventually to be sold at 

 about a pound a square yard. Some of them, with 

 colours admirably blended, were magnificent ; others 

 were flaringly crude. The prisoners, with feet tied 

 as a rule, sat in rows at the big looms, twisting a 

 hundred balls of coloured wool. 



