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A. I think there but one pa.s.sion strong enough in Ragobah to make plain his hunt like dog for last twenty year. Such persevere mean strong motive, and as I have good reason to remember how quick he forget a kindness, I know he not moved by friends.h.i.+p, Sahib.
Q. His motive then is--
A. Revenge.
Q. Have you any idea why he cherishes this malice?
A. I think it because some old love affair; some rival in his wife's love.
Q. Indeed! Then he has been married?
A. Yes, Sahib.
Q. Where shall I find his wife?
A. All that is left of her is in the bottomless well in the cave on Malabar Hill.
Q. Did Ragobah kill her?
A. No; that is, not with his own hand.
Q. How long ago did she die?
A. More than twenty year, Sahib.
Q. Are any of her relatives living?
A. Her husband, Sahib, and a cousin, that is all.
Q. Is there anyone else who could tell me of this woman?
A. Moro Scindia could, but he not do it.
Q. Why? Is he Ragobah's friend?
A. Ragobah has no friends, Sahib.
Q. Why, then?
A. He under oath to tell what was told him only to one person. He has keep his secret out of every year for more as twenty year, and can no be expect to tell to you, Sahib.
Q. Can you bring this man to me? You will both be well paid for your time, of course.
A. I bring him, Sahib, but I not make him speak.
Q. Let me see you both, then, to-night at eight, at Herr Blaschek's villa on Malabar Hill. Ask for Mr. Maitland.
A. We be there. Anything more, Sahib?
Q. Yes. When is Ragobah expected to return?
A. He write that he think he return on the Dalmatia. She due next day after to-morrow.
Q. Has Ragobah any physical peculiarities?
A. His hands and feet they very small for man so big and strong.
Q. Anything else?
A. His left leg been hurt. The foot very bad shape, and the whole leg some bad, and,--what you call--halt when he walk.
Q. Has he the habit of biting his finger nails?
A. I not know he has, Sahib.
This completed the list of questions which I had desired to ask him, so, after once more receiving his a.s.surance that he would meet me in the evening with his friend Scindia, I left him. As you know, I am not wont to draw conclusions until all the evidence is in, but I must confess that, looking at the whole matter from start to finish, there seems to have fallen upon Ragobah a net of circ.u.mstantial evidence so strong, and with a mesh of detail so minute, that it does not seem possible a mosquito could escape from it. Look at it a moment from this standpoint. Ragobah alone, so far as we know, has a motive for the murder. His victim has related the feud existing between them and foretold, with an air of the utmost a.s.surance, just such an outcome thereof. Add to this that this man leaves India on a mission which those about him do not hesitate to p.r.o.nounce one of vengeance, at just such a time as would enable him to reach Boston just a little before the commission of the murder; that this mission is the culmination of twenty years of unremitting search for revenge; that this malignity is supposed to be directed against some rival in his wife's affections, and the chain of circ.u.mstantial evidence possesses, so far as it extends, no weak link. Then, too, Ragobah has very small hands, a deformed left foot, and a limping gait,-- everything almost which we had already predicted of the a.s.sa.s.sin.
So sure am I that Ragobah is the guilty man that I shall ask for his arrest upon his arrival day after to-morrow should he return then, a thing which, I regret to say, does not impress me as altogether likely. Should he not come I shall cable you to inst.i.tute a search for your end of the line. The next thing in order which I have to relate is my interview with Moro Scindia. I had engaged an interpreter, but was able to dismiss him as my guest spoke English with more ease and fluency than he, being an intelligent and well-to-do member of the Vaisya caste. I thought it wise to see the venerable Scindia alone, and accordingly sent Parinama out of the room with the interpreter. As before; I give you what pa.s.sed between us as I jotted it down in my notebook.
Q. You are a friend of Rama Ragobah, are you not?
A. No, Sahib; he has no friends.
Q. You speak as if you disliked him.
A. It is not Mono Scindia's habit to play the hypocrite. I have good reason to hate him.
Q. You would not, then, had he committed a crime, a.s.sist him to escape justice?
A. I would track him like a bloodhound to the ends of the earth.
Q. You knew Ragobah's wife?
A. She was my cousin, Sahib.
Q. Were your relations friendly?
A. They were more than friendly. I loved her dearly, and would have tried to win her had I not been so much her senior.
Q. Did she live happily with Ragobah?
A. No, Sahib.
Q. Why?
A. I cannot answer. I have sworn to reveal the last experiences of my cousin to but one person.
Q. And that person is?
A. I must decline to answer that also, Sahib.