"I never even dreamed that you left India," said Nicol Brinn, hoarsely. "It was through the Times of India that I said I would communicate with you."
"Once—we never left India. Now we do—sometimes. But listen. I prepared to come when—he"
Nicol Brinn's clasp of Naîda tightened cruelly.
"Oh, you hurt me!" she moaned. "Please let me speak. He gave me your name and told me to bring you!"
"What! What!"
Nicol Brinn dropped his arms and stood, as a man amazed, watching her.
"Last night there was a meeting outside London."
"You don't want me to believe there are English members?"
"Yes. There are. Many. But let me go on. Somehow—somehow I don't understand—he finds you are one "
"My God!"
"And you are not present last night! Now, do you understand? So he sends me to tell you that a car will be waiting at nine o'clock to-night outside the Cavalry Club. The driver will be a Hindu. You know what to say. Oh, my Nicol, my Nicol, go for my sake! You know it all! You are clever. You can pretend. You can explain you had no call. If you refuse"
Nicol Brinn nodded grimly. "I understand!
