morning light, rubbed a finger in the accumulated lampblack, and drew it diagonally across his face.
'Who has died in thy house?' asked Kim in the vernacular.
'None. But she may have the evil eye—that sorceress,' the Babu replied.
'What dost thou do now, then?'
'I will set thee on thy way to Benares, if thou goest thither, and tell thee what must be known by Us.'
'I go. At what hour runs the te-rain?' He rose to his feet, looked round the desolate chamber at the yellow wax face of Huneefa as the low sun stole across the floor. 'Is there money to be paid that witch?'
'No. She has charmed thee against all devils and all dangers—in the name of her devils. It was Mahbub's desire.' In English: 'He is highly obsolete, I think, to indulge in such supersteetion. Why, it is all ventriloquy. Belly-speak—eh?'
Kim snapped his fingers mechanically to avert whatever evil—Mahbub, he knew, meditated none—might have crept in through Huneefa's ministrations; and Hurree giggled once more. But as he crossed the room he was careful not to step in Huneefa's blotched, squat shadow on the boards. Witches—when their time is on them—can lay hold upon the heels of a man's soul if he does that.
'Now you must well listen,' said the Babu when they were in the fresh air. 'Part of these ceremonies which we witnessed they include supply of effeecient amulet to those of our Department. If you feel in your neck you will find one small silver amulet, verree cheap. That is ours. Do you understand?'
'Oah yes, hawa-dilli' (a heart lifter), said Kim, feeling at his neck.
'Huneefa, she makes them for two rupees twelve annas with—
