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THURSDAY, MAY 30, 1940 EAST AND WEST TALBOT MUNDY CQFYRIGHT-by TALBOT MUNDY W.N.U THE STORY CHAPTER I—Captain Carl Norwood has been sent from his native England to the Kadur River district in India, along with his indispensable manservant. Moses O’Leary, soldier of fortune. Norwood’s job is to sur vey the district to determine whether a valu able secret diamond mine belongs to the temple priests or to the ruler, the Mahara jah of Kadur. CHAPTER II—Norwood calls on the Brit ish Residency to pay his Initial respects. On his way he catches a glimpse of two women in a palace carriage, one of whom is young and beautiful. The other woman he knows to be the Maharanee of Kadur. O’Leary later tells him that the young woman is an American girl named Lynn Harding, who with her aunt, Mrs. Deborah Harding, is a guest at the palace. CHAPTER III—Mrs. Harding and Lynn, her niece, are guests at the Maharajah’s palace. On a sightseeing tour Mrs. Harding sprains an ankle, and sends to the palace for aid. Prince Rundhia, handsome, spoiled nephew of the rulers, comes to her rescue and takes her back to the palace where he meets Lynn for the first time. A Bengalese doctor attends Mrs. Harding, despite her protests. Mrs. Harding and Lynn are any thing but friendly, due to the former’s ex acting demands. Mrs. Harding does not like the royal family, especially Prince Run dhia, but is forced by circumstances to accept their hospitality. CHAPTER TV—At a ’banquet that night in the palace, attended by Captain Nor wood, Mrs. Harding takes one of the native doctor’s pills, and becomes violently ill. She is placed in bed and arrangements are made for Lynn to move out of the quarters with her aunt and stay with the Maharanee. CHAPTER V—That evening Prince Run dhia attempts to make love to Lynn. She is unwilling to listen to him. and at the crucial moment Norwood appears on the scene, much to Rundhla’s disgust Norwood sees her home. CHAPTER VI—O’Leary has located the secret entrance to the diamond mine which is being worked by the temple priests. He takes Norwood to the mine, where death is narrowly averted when a live cobra is thrown in Norwood’s face. Later Norwood visits the Brahmin priests, one of whom slyly slips a packet of diamonds in his pocket, unknown to Norwood. They are in tended as a bribe. CHAPTER VII—While Norwood is talking to Lynn the diamonds fall from his pocket She notices them, and sees that he is sur prised. Later, when Rundhia tries to make love to her, she mentions the diamonds in order to divert his mind. She realizes it was a mistake. CHAPTER Vin—Rundhia, though cha grined by Lynn's attitude, is elated to hear of the diamonds. He goes immediately to the British Residency, and tells the Resident of the diamonds, accusing Norwood of tak ing a bribe. He also reveals that Lynn told him. CHAPTER IX—The Maharanee knows of the ill-feeling between Lynn and her aunt, who has threatened to leave Lynn penni less. She offers Lynn, whom she has grown to love, a position in the palace so she will be free from her aunt. During this time Norwood has called at the Resident’s office to tell him about the diamonds. The Resi dent, skeptical at first, has already heard the story from Rundhia, and thinks that Norwood may be trying to "cover up." CHAPTER X—O7Leary gets Turther news. He hears in the market place that Norwood has been bribed, and reports his findings to his master. Norwood is anxious for Lynn and her aunt to leave the palace, knowing Rundhla’s Intentions. He calls and sees Mrs. Harding and tells her she is far too hiah-handed in the treatment of her niece. CHAPTER XI—O’Leary again has star tling news. He tells Norwood that the na tive gamblers are betting that the Maharaja will be dead within 24 hours. Norwood tries an experiment. He has taken a sample of the food given Mrs. Harding and tries to feed it to a dog, who becomes extremely sick. CHAPTER XII-Lynn refuses to heed her aunt who wants to leave the palace. She writes a note to Norwood which is intercept ed by Rundhia. By mistake it goes to Mrs. Harding, who keeps it. CHAPTER XIII—Rundhia informs the Bengali doctor that he may quit administer ing his drugs to Mrs. Harding, but tells him that Norwood must be killed. The doctor has also been administering a slow poison to the Maharajah, under Rundhla’s orders. Rundhia will rule Kadur upon the death of his uncle. The Maharanee tells Lvnn that Rundhia will save Captain Norwood provid ing she will marry him. Lynn accepts. CHAPTER XIV—Norwood finds that a na tive scoundrel named Gulbaz is in Kadur City, and is planning some kind of a shady coup. He refuses O’Leary permission to harm Gulbaz. but allows him to call at his headquarters. CHAPTER XV—O’Leary calls on Gulbaz. telling him he has information to sell. Gul baz is not interested, so O’Leary knows a definite plot is afoot to kill Norwood, else Gulbaz would have offered to buy the in formation. The manservant decides to take steps to protect his master. CHAPTER XVI—Rundhia and Lynn are together. She hears the sound of guns, seemingly from Norwood's camp, and asks Rundhia about them. He makes light of them. Then he tells her that Norwood has torn up her letter. She does not know the Captain never received it. CHAPTER XVII—The Resident calls on Mrs. Harding, finds that she has, by mis take, been handed Lynn's note to Norwood. She has not passed it on to the captain, and the Resident warns her that she cannot leave Kadur until she helps Norwood out of his difficulties. CHAPTER XVTII—Night raiders fire on Norwood’s camp that evening. He pretends he has been fatally hit, to throw nis ene mies off the trail, when they have gone he summons O'Leary and rides to the Palace where he finds Rundhia and Lynn. He hits Rundhia, knocking him out. She couldn’t continue. She felt like crying. Suddenly she controlled herself and looked straight in his eyes: “Captain Norwood. If you please. I must go and look after Rundhia. Will you let me get by?” Norwood didn’t move: “What did you say in your letter?” he asked. “If you despised me too much to read it, why ask that now? I know you got the letter. It was sent by one of the Maharanee’s messengers, who came back and said he had given it to you. He said you tore it up he saw you do it.” “Did the messenger tell you that?” “He told Rundhia.” “Oh,” said Norwood. O’Leary whistled, in the distance, somewhere between the kiosk and the palace front gate. Rundhia groaned again. By the noise, he appeared to be helping himself to his feet by holding on to the shrub bery. Norwood called to him: “Are you all right, Rundhia?” “None of your business!” said Rundhia’s voice from the darkness. “I’m going to have you arrested.” Rundhia’s footsteps went stagger ing away in the direction of the pal ace. Norwood faced Lynn again: “Sor ILI. I’® in a. hurry. Would *ou SERVICE like me to see you'as far as the palace steps?” “Oh, no. Thank you.” “Well, look here: I wrote you a letter, just in case I didn’t find you. I brought it with me. Will you take it now and read it later? It’s quite important. Perhaps you’ll give me an answer next time we meet.” “If we do meet,” Lynn answered. “Why should we? Good-by.” “So long. Don’t forget my letter, will you? I didn’t expect to find you alone, so I wrote what I thought you wouldn’t care to have me say in other people’s presence. I said ex actly what I think.” Lynn paused on her way to the head of the steps. O'Leary whis tled again, twice this time. “So long,” Norwood repeated. “See you as soon as I can.” Lynn spoke abruptly: “One mo ment, Captain Norwood. You say you have said what you think of me in this letter? I said what I thought of myself and of you, in my letter to you. You tore mine up.” She tore up Norwood’s letter. She scattered its fragments into the darkness. “Good-by!” “Careful down those steps,” said Norwood. “See you later.” “Why?” Lynn answered. Norwood swung himself down from the wall, by the baobab ten dril. He swung himself on to his horse and was off at a gallop. O’Leary had whistled three times. That meant “urgent.” CHAPTER XIX The horses and their riders were invisible in the shadow where the. high wall curved away from the moonlight. O’Leary spoke hoarsely: “That must ha’ been a snorter! You could ha’ heard that punch half way to Delhi. Who did you hit?” “Mind your own business. Why did you whistle?” “Stoddart sent a man from camp to overtake you. He gave the mes sage to me. He said there’d come a sweeper, running like hell, from Mrs. Harding in the guesthouse. She says she has to see you in a hurry, it’s important, and won’t you come quick?” “What’s become of the sweeper?” “He lit out. He said all’s quiet at the palace.” “Nothing else new?” “No.” Norwood thought a second: “You go to the Residency. Ask to see the Resident in person. Give your message to nobody else. Here— here’s my card. Send that in. Ask the Resident to stand by the phone and expect a call from me at any minute.” “Do I know anything, if he asks?” “No. Look here, O’Leary: I know what I’m going to do, but I don’t know what will happen. You follow the Resident to the palace. Slip in through the gate after him and watch for that Bengali doctor. Hold him, if you catch him coming out or going in. When you see me coming out of the palace, if I hold up my right hand, let him go. If I hold up both hands, turn him over to the gate guard. You’ve no police pow er, remember. So be careful." Norwood was off at full gallop, with the sais hard after him, be fore O’Leary could answer. He drew rein at the palace gate and was delayed there for a moment or two by an argument between the commander of the gate guard and an Indian contractor, who had turned up with a motor truck for Mrs. Harding’s luggage and a car for Mrs. Harding. Because Nor wood was in uniform, the contractor appealed to him: “Sir, I am refused admission. Sir, I have an order from the American lady, Mrs. Harding, to collect her luggage and to convey her to the station. It is a long way and a bad road. She has already paid me. I fear shall not catch the midnight train unless—” The commander of the gate guard drew Norwood aside: “It is his hon or the Resident’s wish,” he said quietly. “No business of mine,” said Nor wood. “May I leave my horses in side the gate?” The great gate clanged behind him. He walked to the guesthouse. Mrs. Harding was no longer recum bent on pillows on the chaise longue. She seemed even to have partially recovered from her lameness*. She was seated bolt upright on one of her trunks, on the garden path, in front of the veranda door. “There’s no understanding you English,” she remarked. “Why don’t you use your title?” “I haven’t one.” “But your brother is an Earl, isn’t he? So you’re an Honorable, aren’t you?” “That is not what you inferred at our last interview.” “Well, I didn’t know who you are. How could I? I have a letter for you, from Lynn. But the envelope was addressed to me. I have thought it over, and I suppose she must have put it into the wrong enve lope by mistake, because I have re ceived no answer to my letter to her. Here it is.” Norwood stepped on to the veran da to read it by the light from the window. “Dear Captain Norwood, “I am feeling ashamed and so sorry that I hardly know what to write. Won’t you please call as soon as you can and let me explain. I mentioned, without thinking, some thing that occurred this morning. To my horror, I have now learned that what I said has been repeated, and that the result may be—I can’t write it! Please, Captain Norwood, please believe that what I said was merely thoughtless and that what I have heard about you I refuse to believe. I know you are an hon orable man. Please help me to undo my very bad mistake. I will be waiting for you at the palace. Won’t you call as soon as possible? Lynn Harding.” Norwood returned to Mrs. Hard ing. ‘How long have you had this?” “Don't try any of that hoity-toity arrogance on me!” she retorted. “I’m a Harding, I’ll have you under stand! I sent a messenger for you because—” Norwood was gone before she could answer. He dashed into the house, seized the phone and gave the Residency number. Then he lowered his voice: “That you, sir? Norwood speak ing from the guesthouse. Can you come to the palace? Yes, I know you told me to keep away. But I’m a ghost. I’m supposed to be dead You say you’d heard it already? My God, they were quick! No, no, I wasn’t hurt. The point is this, sir: they are betting even money in the bazaar that the Maharajah won’t outlive the night. I suspect poison What’s that? Well, for one thing, I know for a fact that Mrs. Harding has been given poisoned toast to make her vomit Well, sir, obviously to keep her away from the niece Yes, yes, I have that letter. I’ve just read it ... If I’m not too late, and I don’t think I am, I’m going in to upset someone’s apple cart. He hung up, thought for a couple of seconds and then returned to Aunty Harding. “Thanks,” he said. “Good night. I’m in a hurry.” “Stop! Come back. Captain Nor wood, I didn’t send for you to use my telephone! Here are my trunks, and I can’t get anyone to wait on me. I can’t get away and I can’t go back in! I paid a contractor in advance, and he hasn’t turned up. Please do something.” “Were you running out on Lynn?” Norwood asked her. “Captain Norwood, how dare you say that!” “Were you?” “No, I was not! I was bluffing.” “Uh-huh. Shall I tell her you were bluffing?” “Don’t you dare! If you know where she is, you bring her here.” Rundhia was punch drunk. All the physical fight had been knocked out of him. He knew his nose was bleeding. He knew Lynn was in Norwood’s grasp. That Norwood had escaped death was a staggerer al most worse than the punch on the jaw. For the moment, he could think of nothing tfut Norwood. Like a man in the ring, who is almost out on his feet, he obeyed the instinct to deliver a foul blow. He reeled and staggered, gradu ally recovering, along a short cut toward his own palace. As his nerves and muscles recovered, so did his brain. He began to think a little clearly. By the time he reached his palace and had sent for the Bengali doctor, his nose had ceased bleeding and he needed noth ing more than a bath and a change of clothing. There were plenty of servants to lay out clean clothes. He talked to the Bengali doctor in the bathroom, where the shower drowned the sound of their voices. Even so, he spoke English, lest one of the valets should overhear. “Now listen. Don’t answer me, or I’ll have you hanged. Damn you, I mean that. I’m desperate. Thanks to your letting me down in a pinch and refusing to have anything to do with it, the attack on Norwood was bungled.” “He is alive? I heard they killed him.” “Do I look as if they’d killed him! He’s on the rampage. I’m going to get him.” “Careful!” “Watch your own step. If you fail to kill your man tonight, up goes your number! Is the old fool mull ing over his stamp albums?” “Yes. His Highness is studying stamps. He has with him that stamp salesman from Lahore, who can speak nothing but Punjabi, but can swindle without speaking at all.” “All right, I’ll talk English to him. The old sheep shall do one useful thing before he dies. You have the poison ready?” “Yes, but this is a crisis,” the Bengali answered. “Are you in a fit condition to control a crisis? To me, you seem very nervous. Let me feel your heart-beat. Why not postpone this until tomorrow?” “Because tomorrow the old sheep I might change his will. I’ve had a warning from the Resident. By the day after tomorrow, they might al ready have vetoed my succession to the throne. If he’s already dead 1 they’ll let me succeed, to save them selves trouble. So poison the old sheep tonight, and take your money and go to the devil. I hope 1 never see you again. If you fail, I’ll take damned good care you hang!” “There is no risk of failure, un less you arc too excited and behave suspicious.1/.” “Yes, there is,” said Rundhia. “You do as I tell you. Be a little late with his tonic„ so that he drinks it greedily. I’m going in to see him now. After I come out, you wait until someone else goes in to see him.” “But if no one goes?” I “I will take care that someone does go. If you give it to him in someone else’s presence, it will look more innocent. Will he be able to I speak after he drinks it?” “No. It will paralyze his nerves immediately.” “How long will it take him to .dkl2---------------------— THE BLUFFTON NEWS, BLUFFTON OHIO “Perhaps ten minutes. Perhaps less. It will appear to be heart failure.” “Very well then. Where’s your needle? Give me a strong shot “No. Not too strong. ~You must not get the habit. After this, you will need your faculties and self control, if we are not to be found out. I will give you just sufficient to steady your nerves.” The Maharajah stared, noted the expression on Rundhia’s face when he entered the room and made a warning gesture toward the Punjabi stamp salesman. “Can he understand English?” Rundhia demanded. “I believe not.” “Well, I will speak English. If he does understand it, it won’t much matter. I want you to call up the Resident and demand the immedi ate arrest of Captain Norwood!” “WTiy?” asked the Maharajah. “He has not only taken a bribe from the priests, as you already know—” “I have heard it said." “You know it’s true. And now he has assaulted me. He knocked me out with a punch in the face.” “Were you drunk?” asked the Ma harajah. And, before Rundhia could answer: “It would be beneath my dignity to ask the Resident to take official cognizance of a brawl be tween two drunkards.” CHAPTER XX Lynn changed from the Indian cos tume. She entered the Maharanee's boudoir in a chiffon evening gown. “Please don’t get up, Maharanee dear. You treat me as if I were royalty and you a subject or some thing.” “Why did you change your dress, Lynn? You looked so charming in—” “Oh, this dress feels more honest somehow. I mean more like my real colors. Maharanee dear, I’m afraid I’m all upset. I’m not fit to talk to.” “Lynn dear, what has happened?” “Rundhia made love to me, and I wasn’t even polite to him. Captain Norwood came, and punched Run dhia—he knocked him off the wall. I thought he had killed him. Oh, why do I keep on getting other peo ple into trouble!” The Maharanee’s worried face seemed to age under Lynn’s eyes: “Lynn, did he hurt Rundhia bad ly?” “No, I think not. Rundhia walked away.” “Did you speak to Captain Nor wood?” “Yes, I insulted him. I did it thoroughly. I suppose I shouldn’t have, since it was I who injured him. But I couldn’t help it. He tore up my letter, so I tore up his. I am not meek by nature. I’m not good at pretending.” “And Rundhia wasn’t hurt? You are sure?” “Captain Norwood went down off the wall to look. It wasn’t long be fore Rundhia walked away. I don’t know why he didn’t come back and face Captain Norwood, but perhaps he was too stunned by being knocked off the wall. Rundhia didn’t behave very well.” “He needs you, Lynn.” Lynn laughed—bitter—contemptu ous: “Needs me? I need a friend. Rundhia is—” “Be strong,” said the Maharanee. “I am your friend.” “Yes, bless you! Rundhia seemed strong,” Lynn said. “And he talked like a perfect lover. I had almost begun to believe he can love. And then something happened. There was shooting—perhaps nothing im portant—I don’t know. I asked Run dhia, and I thought he was lying when he said he didn’t know. After that—it was quite sudden—I didn’t believe in him any longer. I can’t explain it. Then Captain Norwood came.” A servant entered. He announced that Prince Rundhia was waiting. “Lynn, will you see him?” “Not alone,” Lynn answered. The Maharanee thought a minute: “It is against precedent, against custom. Lynn dear, will you be shocked if I ask Rundhia to come in here to talk to us?” Lynn found a smile. “I suppose you’re afraid he might brag! Let’s risk that. I won’t tell.” Rundhia strode in. He stood stock still in the center of the room. He was wearing a blood-red turban and dinner jacket. He looked like the real Rundhia again. Easy to imag ine him horsed and riding hard at an enemy. He gazed at Lynn a mo ment, then at the Maharanee: “Has Lynn told you?” he asked. “Yes, Rundhia. What did you do to make Captain Norwood strike you?” Rundhia tossed his head. He looked like a man when he did that. “Lynn saw. Lynn heard,” he an swered. “I went at once and de manded Norwood’s arrest. His High ness your husband, my revered and beloved uncle, refused. Lynn must decide.” “Decide what?” Lynn asked. Rundhia looked strangely at her. “Does he live or die? It was be cause you were there that Norwood struck me. I hadn’t offered to strike him. There is only one possible re tort to that insult—unless you for bid. That is what you must decide now. Lynn, I have offered you my heart and the throne of Kadur. What is your answer?” “Lynn,” said the Maharanee—and stopped speaking. There was a knock at the door. A servant entered: “Captain Norwood sahib! He waits. He begs leave to speak to Her Highness the Maharanee. Cap tain Norwood says his business is very urgent.” “I will not see Captain Norwood," said the Maharanee. “This is no hour for me to receive him.” She stared at Rundhia. Then, slowly, to the servant: “Tell Captain Norwood he should ask for His Highness my husband. I will send word to His highness, asking him to receive Captain Norwood.” The servant vanished. Lynn got up out of her chair. She looked desperate but perfectly calm. “Lynn darling,” said the Maha r^-ee’_______ Rundhia interrupted: “Norwood’s fate is in your bands. I will do any thing for you—if—” “If what, Rundhia?” “If you accept my love.” “I don’t love you,” she answered. “Accept my love. My love will make you love me!” “If not?” Lynn asked. “I will kill Norwood. After that, I will let happen what may. If my love means nothing, I will trample it into oblivion. Yes or no, Lynn?” “Rundhia.” Lynn’s voice was as quiet and controlled as if she were facing death. “The barrier between you and me is your laugh when you boasted of Captain Norwood’s ruin. You promised me that you would do your best to clear him. Did you?” “No,” said Rundhia. “But if you will marry me, I will. I will accept your promise. I don’t believe you know how to break one. I will keep minfij’-------- I **Lynn dear, what has happened?” “Rundhia,” said Lynn, “I will promise to marry you, if you will write, and sign, a retraction of any and all accusations against Captain Norwood. You must put it in the form of a letter to the British Resi dent, and it must be witnessed by the Maharanee and the Maharajah. You must meet Captain Norwood in my presence, and the Mahara nee’s, and you must say to him per sonally that you withdraw. I won’t ask you to beg his pardon, because I won’t do that. I won’t speak to him. But I insist on your behaving like a man." The Maharanee spoke suddenly with a ring of command in her voice: “Rundhia, go to the table and write!” Rundhia went to the table. Lynn sat down beside the Maharanee: “Maharanee dear, you must be my wise friend, for I am all in the dark. I feel so western and so lone ly, and I don’t know whether I am doing right or wrong. But I will do my best.” “Lynn—” Lynn interrupted her: “Will you make me a promise? Will you nev er, never tell Captain Norwood why I married Rundhia? Will you keep it a secret?” The Maharanee was silent for nearly a minute. She was not quite dry-eyed. She spoke suddenly, low voiced: “Lynn, do you love Captain Nor wood?” “Maharanee dear, I have prom ised to marry Rundhia.” (To be continued) Armorsville Ed Vermillion and daughter Alice called Friday at the Levi Hauenstein home. Past week callers of Mrs. Eva Montgomery and Mrs. Hannah Swank were Mr. and Mrs. I. A. Zay, Mr. and Mrs. Dwight Diller, Mr. and Mrs. Sam Bean of Massillon, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Battles, Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn Spellman and daughter, Mrs. Dorothy Weisse and daughter. Mr. and Mrs. 0. P. Hartman were Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Hartman and son. Mr. and Mrs. Frank Nelson of Chicago are visiting at the W. I. Moore home. Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Montgomery and family and Miss Marjorie Reams called Sunday evening on W. Stouffer of North Baltimore. Mr. and Mrs. Carl McCafferty spent Sunday afternoon with Mr. and Mrs. Ray Guider. Mr. and Mrs. C. L. Stoots and Mrs. Opal Cook and daughter Joann of Lima called Sunday afternoon on Mr. and Mrs. Wayne Guider and daughter and Miss Margaret Guider. Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Hartman and son called Friday afternoon at the O. P. Hartman home. Mr. and Mrs. Sam Bean of Mas sillon, Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Kimmel, Miss Esther Gratz and Robert Mat ter helped Mrs. Charles Montgomery celebrate her birthday Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Morris Dye called at the W. I. 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