All except Scharnhoff and the woman were confirmed temporarily in the room in which Grim and I had breakfasted.

The woman was taken to the jail until an American missionary could be found to take charge of her.

They always hand the awkward cases over to Americans, partly because they have a gift for that sort of thing, but also because, in case of need, you can blame Americans without much risk of a reaction.
Goodenough left a guard of Sikhs outside the street entrance, to keep out all intruders until the sheikh could collect a few trustworthy masons to seal up the passage again.

Grim, Scharnhoff and I walked quite leisurely to Grim's quarters, where Grim left the two of us together in the room downstairs while he changed into uniform.
"What will they do with me ?" asked Scharnhoff.

He was not far from collapse.