The four roads leading out of the city were watched, the colonel's bungalow and even the ruins of Bruce's camp.

They were still in the city; but where?
A king's peg, and another; and Umballa stormed, his heart filled with Dutch courage.
Ramabai made his preparations in case the hunters entered the house.
He opened a secret door which led into a large gallery, dim and dusty but still beautiful.

Ancient armor covered the walls; armor of the days when there existed in Delhi a peacock throne; armor inlaid with gold and silver and turquoise, and there were jewel-incrusted swords and daggers, a blazing helmet which one of Pundita's ancestors had worn when the Great Khan came thundering down from China.
"Here," said Ramabai to the colonel, "you will be safe.

They might search for days without learning this room existed.

There will be no need to remain here now.