Chapters (41)
- Cover Page
- Title Page
- Contents
- Dedication
- Map of British Colonial India
- Preface
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Author’s Thanks
- About the Author
- Other Mystery Novels by Laurie R. King
- Copyright Page
- eBook Info
Both Nesbit and I started to protest, but Holmes took over. “Russell, there’s no time for discussion. The guard takes at a minimum fourteen minutes to get to the kitchen and back, and we cannot count on this being one of those times he stops to gossip. Listen to me. Did you bring the drug?”
“Here,” I said, fishing it from my pocket, along with the small vial of skin dye Nesbit’s kit had provided. The purloined climbing rope was best left around Nesbit’s waist until we needed it.
As Holmes secreted the bottles and needle away, he said, “The one thing you must understand, and accept, is that Mr O’Hara has given his word that he will not make any attempt at escaping Khanpur.”
“That’s ridiculous—” I started to say, but Holmes cut me off sharply.
“We have no time, Russell. O’Hara has given his word. Absolutely. If you want him out of here, you shall have to carry him.”
“What, we drug him and carry him down the stairs?”
The man standing in the doorway of the adjoining cell spoke up. “Drugging shall not be necessary. My vow merely said that I should not attempt escape; there was nothing whatsoever about resisting abduction. If you choose to remove me from this place, so be it. I shall not take one voluntary step towards the border to assist you; however, neither shall I raise my voice in protest.”
“This is lunacy,” I said.
“Nonetheless,” O’Hara said placidly, folding his hands and standing patiently just inside the door to his cell.
“You can’t mean it.”
“I’m afraid he does,” Holmes said.
“Nesbit, do something,” I said. “Order him.”
“Would it help if I ordered you?” Nesbit asked the recalcitrant prisoner.
“Not in the least,” O’Hara said cheerfully.
“How much do you weigh?” he asked, then said, “Oh, never mind.”
“I hope to God you haven’t taken a vow, too, Holmes,” I grumbled.
“No. However, in any case I shall not be going with you, not tonight.”
I felt like screaming. “For God’s sake, why?”
“Because in eight minutes Sanji will be back with my food, and if he finds me missing, he will raise the others and you will not make it to the gates.”
“All right, then, we’ll use the drug to keep him quiet.”