Although she sat there under the stars for nearly two hours, he did not come and she was alone.
It was a disappointment that was almost like a physical pain, but when she went to the small but comfortable cabin that was now hers, she was sure that he was thinking of her as she was thinking of him.
‘Why did he not come and see me?’ she asked.
She wondered as she had wondered a dozen times already why he was travelling as he was.
She had the feeling that it was not because he was poor and that if he was disguised it must have been essential that he should be.
Vaguely at the back of her mind she remembered her father telling her years ago that there was an organisation in India called The Great Game.
“It is a kind of Secret Service,” he said, “and those who are in it endure danger, suff
