“No,” he said, “they escaped the thing they feared . . . .  What do you think it was?”

“I don’t know,” I answered.  “The creature in the English uniform said that it did not die, nor wax old, nor grow weary.”

“Ram Chad was right,” replied the Highlander.  “The British government neither dies, ages, nor tires out.  Do you realize what your uncle was doing here?”

“Molding images of Buddha,” I said.

“Molding Indian rupees,” he retorted.

“The Buddha business was a blind . . . .  I’m Sir Henry Marquis, Chief of the Criminal Investigation Department of Scotland Yard . . . .  We got track of him in India.”

Then he added: 

“There’s a hundred thousand sterling in false coin at the bottom of the loch yonder!”