room? They might get wind of it any day. It is not the money,—but who knows....'
To calm her I promised to remove the money to the treasury at once, and then get it away to Calcutta with the first escort going. We went together to my bedroom. The dressing-room door was shut. When I knocked, Bimala called out: 'I am dressing.'
'I wonder at the Chota Rani,' exclaimed my sister-in-law, 'dressing so early in the day! One of their Bande Mataram meetings, I suppose. Robber Queen!' she called out in jest to Bimala. 'Are you counting your spoils inside?'
'I will attend to the money a little later,' I said, as I came away to my office room outside.
I found the Police Inspector waiting for me. 'Any trace of the dacoits?' I asked.
'I have my suspicions.'
'On whom?'
'Kasim, the guard.'
'Kasim? But was he not wounded?'
'A mere nothing. A flesh wound on the leg. Probably self-inflicted.'
'But I cannot bring myself to believe it. He is such a trusted servant.'
'You may have trusted him, but that does not prevent his being a thief. Have I not seen men trusted for twenty years together, suddenly developing....'
'Even if it were so, I could not send him to gaol.
