"None mount here but herself,Sahib,"he said."She has gone out with her basket and may be gone for hours.If I stand here I can hear any step before it reaches the last flight of the stairs."
The secretary took a pencil and a tablet from his breast pocket.
"Keep your ears open,"he said;and he began to walk slowly and softly round the miserable little room,****** rapid notes on his tablet as he looked at things.
First he went to the narrow bed.He pressed his hand upon the mattress and uttered an exclamation.
"As hard as a stone,"he said."That will have to be altered some day when she is out.A special journey can be made to bring it across.
It cannot be done tonight."He lifted the covering and examined the one thin pillow.
"Coverlet dingy and worn,blanket thin,sheets patched and ragged,"
he said."What a bed for a child to sleep in--and in a house which calls itself respectable!There has not been a fire in that grate for many a day,"glancing at the rusty fireplace.
"Never since I have seen it,"said Ram Dass."The mistress of the house is not one who remembers that another than herself may be cold."
The secretary was writing quickly on his tablet.He looked up from it as he tore off a leaf and slipped it into his breast pocket.
"It is a strange way of doing the thing,"he said."Who planned it?"
Ram Dass made a modestly apologetic obeisance.
"It is true that the first thought was mine,Sahib,"he said;
"though it was naught but a fancy.I am fond of this child;we are both lonely.It is her way to relate her visions to her secret friends.
Being sad one night,I lay close to the open skylight and listened.
The vision she related told what this miserable room might be if it had comforts in it.She seemed to see it as she talked,and she grew cheered and warmed as she spoke.Then she came to this fancy;
and the next day,the Sahib being ill and wretched,I told him of the thing to amuse him.It seemed then but a dream,but it pleased the Sahib.To hear of the child's doings gave him entertainment.
He became interested in her and asked questions.At last he began to please himself with the thought of ****** her visions real things."
"You think that it can be done while she sleeps?Suppose she awakened,"
suggested the secretary;and it was evident that whatsoever the plan referred to was,it had caught and pleased his fancy as well as the Sahib Carrisford's.
"I can move as if my feet were of velvet,"Ram Dass replied;
"and children sleep soundly--even the unhappy ones.I could have entered this room in the night many times,and without causing her to turn upon her pillow.If the other bearer passes to me the things through the window,I can do all and she will not stir.
When she awakens she will think a magician has been here."
He smiled as if his heart warmed under his white robe,and the secretary smiled back at him.
"It will be like a story from the Arabian Nights,"he said.
"Only an Oriental could have planned it.It does not belong to London fogs."
They did not remain very long,to the great relief of Melchisedec,who,as he probably did not comprehend their conversation,felt their movements and whispers ominous.The young secretary seemed interested in everything.He wrote down things about the floor,the fireplace,the broken footstool,the old table,the walls--which last he touched with his hand again and again,seeming much pleased when he found that a number of old nails had been driven in various places.
"You can hang things on them,"he said.
Ram Dass smiled mysteriously.
"Yesterday,when she was out,"he said,"I entered,bringing with me small,sharp nails which can be pressed into the wall without blows from a hammer.I placed many in the plaster where I may need them.
They are ready."
The Indian gentleman's secretary stood still and looked round him as he thrust his tablets back into his pocket.
"I think I have made notes enough;we can go now,"he said.
"The Sahib Carrisford has a warm heart.It is a thousand pities that he has not found the lost child."
"If he should find her his strength would be restored to him,"
said Ram Dass."His God may lead her to him yet."
Then they slipped through the skylight as noiselessly as they had entered it.And,after he was quite sure they had gone,Melchisedec was greatly relieved,and in the course of a few minutes felt it safe to emerge from his hole again and scuffle about in the hope that even such alarming human beings as these might have chanced to carry crumbs in their pockets and drop one or two of them.
