There had not been much damage done by the looters on the day of the revolt.

They had looked for treasure merely, and only an occasional bit of vandalism had marked their pathway.
On the pain of death no soldier might enter the house.
The majordomo was permitted to enter without question.

He passed the guards humbly.

But once inside, beyond observation, he became a different man.

For in Umballa's house, as in Ramabai's, there were secret chambers, and to-day the majordomo entered one of them--through a panel concealed behind a hanging Ispahan rug.
On the night after the revolt, Umballa, sober and desperate, had slunk back disguised as a candy seller.