"I am Hari Rām's wife," she answered, drawing herself up proudly and looking the Commissioner in the face.
The two officials glanced at each other in astonishment.
"And you have come to tell us where we can find your husband? You're a nice young woman," said Jenkins.
Under the dark skin the woman's face blushed.
"You will give me money and you will not kill him?" she said.
"Yes, we will give you the reward promised here," said the Commissioner; "and if we can take him quietly we will not hurt him."
"You speak truly, the Sahib Log do not lie. Weigh me out the five hundred rupees and I will take you to his hiding-place."
The Commissioner did as she asked; the money was weighed out, Rajhani watching the silver with a stern face as it was poured into a bag she had evidently brought with her for the purpose.
"She might be Judas," said Jenkins, turning away with disgust.
She heard him, and lifted her beautiful pathetic eyes for a second, then lowered them quickly, as the last rupee joined its fellows.