Near by stood Durga Ram, so-called Umballa, smiling.

It was going to be very simple; once yonder stubborn white fool was wedded, he should be made to disappear; and there should be another wedding in which he, Durga Ram, should take the part of the bridegroom.
Then for the treasury, flight, and, later, ease abroad.

Let the filigree basket of gems stay where it was; there were millions in the treasury, the accumulated hoardings of many decades.
The council and high priests also wore their state robes, and behind them were officers and other dignitaries.
There was a stir as Ramabai entered with the veiled candidates.

The colonel in vain tried to hide his interest and anxiety.

Kathlyn was there, somewhere among these kotowing women; but there was nothing by which he could recognize her.