Events of a Day
"My dear Miss Rand, the raja is quite ignorant of the disappearance of your niece. I can assure you of that. The servants at the carriage entrance did not see Miss Edith leave the palace. But those at a side entrance opening into the drive did see her. She went very quickly along the roadway, following Rawul Singh."
Monsey leaned forward.
"Your pardon. Major. Why do you not question the orderly?"
For an instant Fraser-Carnie glanced at the man who had interrupted him, then continued calmly.
"That was just before the storm broke. A Kashmiri horse boy gives evidence that a two-wheeled vehicle left the drive at that time, going at a round pace. The boy swears it was a covered, native cart, without a lantern. Several men were in it. I have had—ah—inquiries made among the guests of that evening. No one claims knowledge of the cart."
"Rather, no one admits it, Major," put in Monsey smilingly. "Now what does Rawul Singh say?"
He spoke lightly, as one entirely disinterested in the proceedings. Major Fraser-Carnie folded the paper he had been scanning and met the other's stare fairly.
"Rawul Singh was found dead in the rhododendron bushes beside the carriage drive at the palace at dawn," he responded.
"Oh!"
Miss Catherine Rand had recourse to the salts. Monsey looked interested.
"You connect the death of your orderly with the disappearance of Miss Rand?"
Fraser-Carnie smiled, a trifle wearily. He had been up all night with a patient at the bungalow.
65
