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Volume 2 CHAPTER I.

鈥業 was in Sikh villages this morning. The Sikhs are more friendly than the Muhammadans. I have often told them that if their respectable Guru Nanak were here on Earth now, he would probably become a Christian. I said that I had heard that there was something about our Lord in the Granth. The Sikh with whom I was conversing at once gave me the 鈥淪lok,鈥 and translated its difficult antique Panjabi. This is the Slok in English; 鈥淭hat Cutter of[471] demons鈥 heads, the world鈥檚 revered Jesus!鈥 The Sikh said that 鈥淚sa鈥 (Jesus) was thought by them to be 鈥淚shur,鈥擥od Almighty.鈥 I replied that we too called Jesus, God!鈥橖/p>

Tiger Tanaka got to his feet and held out his hand. 'Goodbye for the time being, Commander. I hope that we shall be seeing more of each other.' The powerful face lit up again.

Chapter 10 Remote Horizons

South Africa, 1878 850 0 0

He came up with her. She looked surly. He said that he was sorry, he had not noticed the time. She said nothing. The yellow eyes surveyed him with active dislike before she turned her back and led the way along the path.

The auctioneer rapped for silence. "I beg your pardon, Sir," he said, "but did you say the Low Field?"

 

Department IV: Investigations and legal work. Personnel.

Number forty-four Kensington Cloisters was a dull Victorian mansion in grimy red brick. It had been chosen for its purpose because it had once been the headquarters of the Empire League for Noise Abatement, and its entrance still bore the brass plate of this long-defunct organization, the empty shell of which had been purchased by the Secret Service through the Commonwealth Relations Office. It also had a spacious old-fashioned basement, re-equipped as detention cells, and a rear exit into a quiet mews.

'The sense of the dear!' cried Peggotty. 'What I have been thinking of, this month back! Yes, my precious; and I think I should be more independent altogether, you see; let alone my working with a better heart in my own house, than I could in anybody else's now. I don't know what I might be fit for, now, as a servant to a stranger. And I shall be always near my pretty's resting-place,' said Peggotty, musing, 'and be able to see it when I like; and when I lie down to rest, I may be laid not far off from my darling girl!'