"
"How do you mean, Doctor?"
"Well, my dear, if the washerwoman to whom you send your assortment
at the end of the voyage is an honest woman, she will probably give
information to the police that you must be a receiver of stolen
property, as your garments are all marked with different names."
"It will look suspicious, Doctor, but I must run the risk of that
till I can remark them again. I can do a good deal that way before
I sail. It is likely we shall be another fortnight at least before
we can start for Calcutta. I don't mean to take the old names out,
but shall mark my initials over them and the word 'from.' Then they
will always serve as mementoes of the kindness of everyone here."
Early on the morning of the wedding a native presented himself at
the gate of the fort, and on being allowed to enter with a letter
for Miss Hannay of which he was the bearer, handed her a parcel,
which proved to contain a very handsome and valuable set of jewelry,
with a slip of paper on which were the words, "From Rabda."
The Doctor was in high spirits at the breakfast to which everybody
sat down directly after the wedding. In the first place, his greatest
wish was gratified; and, in the second, he was about to start to
take part in the work of retribution.
"One would think you were just starting on a pleasure party, Doctor,"
Isobel said.
"It is worth all the pleasure parties in the world, my dear. I have
always been a hunter, and this time it is human 'tigers' I am going
in pursuit of--besides which," he said, in a quieter tone, "I hope
I am going to cure as well as kill.
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