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THE STORY THUS FAR
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 survey the district to determine whether
a valuable secret diamond mine belongs to the temple priests or to the ruler, the
Maharajah of Kadur. Norwood calls on the British 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 hinj that the young woman is an American girl
named Lynn Harding, who with her aunt, Mrs. Deborah Harding, is a guest at
the 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.
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CHAPTER III—Continued
"We love you and we will all do
our best to make you happy," said
the Maharanee. "But the astrolo-
ger says this is a time of great cri-
sis for us. I believe you are a send-
ing, as we call it. There are many
sendings just now, and they are bad-
ly mixed. They are contradictory
and in opposition to one another.
His Highness my husband is so anx-
ious to make a good impression on
Captain Norwood. It is so impor-
tant. Will you help us to make a
good impression on him?"
"But I might do the wrong thing!
I might say the wrong word. I
might commit some indiscretion.
Am I in on an intrigue?" asked
Lynn.
"Yes, dear, a very serious in-
trigue."
"Oh, what fun! Is it dangerous?"
"The astrologer says that it might
become dangerous."
"Maharanee dear, this sounds
wonderful! Is it a real dark oriental
intrigue?"
The Maharanee laughed amiably,
after a second's hesitation and with
noticeable effort:
"Yes, dear, it is certainly dark.
It is secret, and it has to do with a
diamond mine, but I hope you won't
mention that to anyone."
"I'm glad you warned me. Of
course, I won't mention it."
CHAPTER IV
Captain Carl Norwood's tent faced
Ihe Kadur River. About a mile
away, it resembled a moonlit ir-
regular ribbon of silver streaming
from the enormous temple; and the
temple was a citadel of mystery
that loomed against Indian night.
There was a stillness that seemed
like the womb of music, into which
the clatter and voices from the camp
kitchen fell naturally and the hoof-
beats of a cantering horse thudded
on dusty earth like calculated drum-
beats.
A shadow that was a horse was
reined in with unnecessary vigor.
A palace messenger dismounted.
Norwood's servant, careful for his
master's dignity, accepted a silver
tube with the air of conferring a
favor.
Norwood opened the tube, after he
had made sure that the servant had
withdrawn to a sufficient distance.
Then he went to the table and wrote,
inserted his own letter into the tube
and returned it to the messenger,
who cantered away.
"Tell Moses I want him."
Moses O'Leary came and stood in
the door of the tent.
"I've been invited to the palace
for supper."
"I haven't had time yet, sir, to
find out much about what's doing at
the palace."
"Has anyone from the palace been
enquiring about me?"
"Yes, sir. Prince Rundhia's serv-
ant came asking if you'd need to
borrow a horse. He knew you didn't,
because we were standing right un-
der our horses' noses when he asked
the question. Besides, I weren't
the right person to ask. But he
slipped me a box o' the Prince's
cigars and asked a lot about you."
"What did you tell him?"
"Me? I told him you're the mild-
est man on earth, and how nothing
interests you so much as running
surveys."
"What did you find out?"
"Same as I told you—not much.
He had his orders, and he hadn't
had time to forget 'em, and he's
scared o' the Prince. I got a line
on the Prince all right. His brains
are made o' curry powder and red
pepper. He's about as safe to tackle
as a she-cobra that has just laid
her eggs. He's what they call a
steamer."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing for nothing. Lavish—at
cent per cent. He'd give you any-
body's money, if he knew what he
was getting for it."
"If I should hear of your taking
his money, you'll find yourself in se-
rious trouble."
"Me?"
"Yes. You."
"I'm incorruptible."
"What else did you find out?"
"Nothing, excep' what I've al-
ready told you. There's a Mrs.
Harding and a Miss Harding at the
guesthouse. Mrs. Harding has a
hurt foot and has been attended by
Prince Rundhia's doctor. Miss Hard-
ing has already met Rundhia, and
they've talked."
"What about the doctor* •
"He's no good."
•'No good in what way?"
"No self-respect. St ared. He lets
the Prince brow-beat him—takes a
tongue lashing without answering
back—lets himself be treated like a
dog—no dignity excep' when the
Prince isn't looking."
"Nothing new about Noor Mah-
lam?"
"No. I reckon they'll call him off.
He was just a try-out, that's all he
was—sort o' skirmisher to feel out
the lay of the land."
"Find out all you can about Prince
Rundhia."
"That ought to be easy. I'll go to
the bazaar tonight."
Nothing was ever quite like it in
Kadur's history. Plumbing, electric
light, modern furniture, and even
the will to do it can't make an In-
dian palace, dusty with tradition,
lend itself to what the Maharanee
kept insisting was a picnic. She
wanted to be so modern and uncon-
ventional that even Rundhia would
approve. Sullenly defied by the out-
raged head-steward, whose turban
almost rose from his hair with hor-
ror, she dismissed him and took
charge.
The eventual compromise was
something between a bean-feast and
a banquet, in the glass-roofed patio,
amid a forest of potted palms and
canaries in silver cages. There were
Chinese lanterns and an utter drunk-
enness of flowers. The long table
was loaded with silver and gold.
A
Norwood found himself between
the Maharanee and Aunty.
But there were paper napkins (those
were Lynn's suggestion).
The Maharanee summoned the
Keeper of the Jewels, selected a
cluster of the most famous diamonds
from the Kadur collection, and
pinned it artfully on Lynn's black
silk. Lynn looked stunning in em-
broidered black silk. It showed off
her eyes and her golden hair. Ex-
citement made her parted lips so
kissable that the Maharanee had
qualms of conscience.
"Darling, my nephew Rundhia is
a bad boy! Be careful!"
Lynn laughed. The prospect of
annoying Aunty was delicious. Aunty
would be scandalized by high jinks
in a palace. Aunty was one of those
people who think that palace life
should be like one endless corona-
tion ceremony in Westminster Ab-
bey. She could count on Aunty to
keep Rundhia within bounds.
The first arrival was Rundhia, in
dinner jacket and turban of cloth of
silver, critical of the cocktails; he
introduced ingredients learned in
Europe. He watched Lynn. He
made apparently random remarks
to discover her system, in case she
had one.
"Miss Harding, you look innocent,
gay and very beautiful. But I mis-
trust you. Your emotions seem to
me to be too honest. You will go
home and laugh at us all."
"Going home soon," Lynn an-
swered. "Aunty didn't laugh when
she said that. She meant it
"Is that what amuses you?
"No. I'd rather stay here. .ove
it."
"I wonder what you mean by love
it. Do you love us?"
"I love the Maharanee. And I
love these pussy-footed eastern
nights. I'm wild about it all. I
can't bear the thought of going home
yet."
Rundhia smiled.
The sheep-faced Maharajah en-
tered, toadied by attendants, who
arranged the cushio for him in a
chromium-plated armchair at the
end of the long room. Too polite to
speak any other language than Eng-
lish in Lynn's presence, he frowned
sullenly at Rundhia and refused a
cocktail:
"Your Bengali didn't bring my
tonic."
"Sorry," said Rundhia. "He was
attending to Mrs. Harding. He
hasn't forgotten it."
Then came Norwood. Hot night
though it was, he was in full mess
uniform, not whites. Shorter than
Rundhia; but five feet eleven inches
is, after all, plenty, if it's built right
and properly carried. Rundhia's six
feet one, and almost perfect fea-
tures, somehow weren't so notice-
able after Norwood came into the
room. Norwood had red hair and
one of those bits of moustaches that
draw attention to the line of his
lips. His red shell jacket gloved a
vigorous torso. There was nothing
meek about him; nothing arrogant.
He was a British gentleman in uni-
form, as unselfconscious as a visitor
at the zoo.
He recognized Lynn instantly. His
expression changed to let her know
he recognized her. But he was im-
perturbable. Nothing surprised him.
The palace chamberlain presanted
him to the Maharajah and the Ma-
haranee. He was gracious to them.
The Maharanee introduced him to
Lynn. He studied her. He smiled.
He said:
"How do you do. We have met,
I believe. I am very curious. Don't
tell me. It might spoil the fun of
finding out. Am I to sit next to you
at dinner? I was always lucky."
Then he walked up and shook
hands with Rundhia: "Pleased."
"Yes. Nice to meet you."
It suggested the well-oiled motion
of machine-guns getting ready. They
were enemies, at sight, as charmed
to meet each other as match and
powder barrel. Lynn knew it in-
stantly.
Then Aunty arrived. After that,
there was nothing to do but to listen
to Aunty's distant condescensions.
She was wonderful. Even Rundhia
admired her spunk. Dressed in a
formal evening gown on purpose to
make Lynn feel ashamed of her-
self, taped and strapped by the doc-
tor until she could hardly move, in
torture from the twisted ankle, she
proposed to dominate that compa-
ny. She did, until Norwood subdued
her. She wasn't used to being
snubbed by mere captains.
"What do Engineer officers do?"
she demanded.
"Nothing," he said, "except an-
swer questions. Why? I might lend
you a man who can do things."
The Maharajah was interrupted
by the arrival of the Bengali doc-
tor, followed by a servant with a big
blue goblet on a tray. The Mahara-
jah swallowed the contents of the
goblet in one long draught and Nor-
wood noticed that he became imme-
diately more at ease. But Norwood
was also watching Rundhia, who
left off dancing with Lynn and ac-
companied the Bengali to the door,
talking to him low-voiced.
Norwood promptly commandeered
Lynn.
"If I were you," he said, "I'd
stick to champagne. The cocktails
taste phoney."
Lynn wasn't sure she liked him.
On the other hand, she wasn't sure
she didn't.
"Why were you rude to Aunty?"
"She was rude to me," he an-
swered.
"She had an accident today, so
she isn't herself."
"Who is? You, for instance? Prin-
cess? Cinderella on her night out?
Or rebel? You know what happens
to rebels, don't you, unless their
friends are reliable?"
A great gong boomed. It was as
ancient as the palace. It was the
bronze voice of memory.
"Picnic!" exclaimed the Mahara-
nee. "No formality. Lynn, dear,
lead the way. We will all follow."
So the Maharajah came last, to
the servants' horror, and it was
Lynn who contrived the seating.
Norwood's luck suffered a flat tire.
He found himself between the Ma-
haranee and Aunty. Rundhia and
Lynn sat opposite; the Maharajah
at one end of the table, the Maha-
ranee at the other.
The Maharajah only pretended to
eat. In theory, he had abandoned
caste restrictions, but in practice,
he lacked the Maharanee's courage.
He wilted under Aunty Harding's
barrage of remarks. Her vigor de-
pressed him. Aunty had no patience
with weaklings:
"You're a hypochondriac," she
told him.
The Maharajah sighed. "I am a
victim of public duty. Affairs of
state impose a sedentary life that
has ruined my health. But I have
found that Rundhia's physician un-
derstands my ailment."
The physician reappeared in the
doorway, nervous, unself-assertive.
He came behind Aunty's chair and
whispered to her. Norwood couldn't
hear what he said, but he saw him
lay two pellets on a plate at Aunty's
right hand.
"Drugs! No thank you!"
"What are they?" asked the Ma-
harajah.
"Exactly the same that your High-
ness has been taking for your
nerves," said the physician.
"I have iron nerves," said Aunty.
The physician smiled. He sepa-
rated the two pellets with a fork ,
and held the plate toward the Ma-
harajah.
"Set her the example," he sug- j
gested.
"My monotonous life consists oi
nothing else than setting good ex- j
amples," said the Maharajah. "If j
it won't hurt me, it won't hurt you." j
He reached for a pellet.
Norwood noticed that the doctor
moved the plate so that the Maha-
rajah's fingers closed on the one
that had been nearer Aunty. If it
was a trick it was smooth. Rundhia
was paying rather witty attention to
Lynn; he was making her laugh.
"As a compliment, but against my
better judgment," said Aunty. She
swallowed the other pellet.
"Thank you," said the Bengali.
"Thank you, madam. That relieves
my anxiety. You should not be
here. You should be in bed. There
is no knowing what people's nerves
may do to them when they have suf-
fered a bodily shock such as you re*
ceived this afternoon."
He bowed himself out.
Aunty used her napkin suddenly.
Norwood watched her. He was just
in time to prevent her falling from
the chair. Everyone, including the
Maharajah, jumped up. Lynn ran
to her. The servants formed a
scrimmage around Lynn and Aunty.
The Maharajah scolded the Maha-
ranee sotto voce.
Rundhia sent a servant running
for the doctor. The other servants
picked up Aunty and carried her
into the next room, where she
groaned on a couch and nearly faint-
ed from humiliation. Rundhia met
the doctor at the door. Norwood,
watching them, pretended not to,
wasn't certain whether they spoke.
The doctor nodded, put on his most
judicial professional air, felt Aunty's
pulse and shrugged his shoulders.
"She has a temperature. It is
impossible to say, but I think she
is only suffering from nervous ex-
haustion and perhaps, too, from
mental disturbance." He turned
again to the Maharanee: "I advise
that Miss Lynn Harding should be
moved into the palace, so that Mrs.
Harding may be quiet."
(TO RE CONTINUED)
Old Experiment Measures Weight of Earth
The measuring of the mass or
weight of the earth is a familiar
astronomical problem. Other bod-
ies are weighed by measuring the
attraction of the earth upon them;
the same end is accomplished in the
case of the earth, by comparing the
attraction which this globe exerts
upon some body on its surface with
4he attraction exerted upon the same
body by a known mass at a known
distance.
There have been several methods
tried to accomplish this, the simplest
of which is that of observing the de-
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from the geological structure and
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Cavendish's methods consists of
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traction exerted by two large
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Above this center a light horizontal
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fine wire. When the rod bearing
the small balls is in equilibrium, the
ball having the globes of lead is
moved until these globes are brought
nearly in contact with the small
balls. The force of their attraction
then tends to draw the small rod
from its position of equilibrium, and
the amount of torsion thus produced
is measured carefully.
This experiment is repeated sev-
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the attraction of the large globes on
the small ball is to the attraction of
the earth upon the small balls—i. e.,
their weight—as the mass of the
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The result of these experiments has
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