suspicion which attaches to you; but I will watch events and keep you informed of all that happens at the police station. You know I have friends there."
Debendra Babu was profuse in his thanks. He pressed a couple of rupees into the old woman's willing palm, saying: "Hiramani, I see that you are really my well-wisher. Come to my house as often as you like; and if you have anything particular to say to me, I shall always be glad to hear it—and grateful too."
Then the pair separated, and Hiramani took advantage of the Babu's invitation by visiting his daughter Kámini that very evening.
She was made welcome in the inner apartment and sat down for a long chat, in the course of which she asked after Kámini's husband.
"He has gone out for a stroll," her hostess replied, "but I expect him back every minute."
The words were hardly out of her mouth ere a young man came in hurriedly and, not noticing Hiramani who sat in the shade, asked for a drink of water. Hiramani doubted not that he was Debendra Babu's son-in-law, Pulin by name, who had lately come to live with his wife's family. She introduced herself as a friend of his father-in-law's and, being very witty when she chose to exert herself, soon
