CHAPTER XXXIV
NICOL BRINN'S STORY (CONCLUDED)
THE incidents of the next seven years do not concern you, gentlemen. I had one aim in life—to forget. I earned an unenviable reputation for foolhardy enterprises. Until this very hour, no man has known why I did the things that I did do. From the time that I left India until the moment when fate literally threw me in the way of the late Sir Charles Abingdon, I had heard nothing of the cult of Fire-Tongue; and in spite of Naîda's assurance that its membership was not confined to Orientals, I had long ago supposed it to be a manifestation of local fanaticism, having no political or international significance.
"Then, lunching with the late Sir Charles after my accident in the Haymarket, he put to me a question which literally made me hold my breath.
"'Do you know anything of the significance of the term Fire-Tongue?' he asked.
"I am not accustomed to any display of feeling in public, and I replied in what I think was an ordinary tone:
"'In what connection, Sir Charles?'
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