He knew, of course—­for every soul in Howrah knew—­that Jaimihr was plotting for the throne.  He knew, too, that the priests of Siva, who with himself were joint keepers of the wickedly won, tax-swollen treasure, had sounded Jaimihr; they had tentatively hinted that they might espouse his cause, provided that an equitable division of the treasure were arranged beforehand.  The question uppermost in Maharajah Howrah’s mind was whether the Rangars—­the Moslem descendants of once Hindoo Rajputs, who formed such a small but valuable proportion of the local population—­could or could not be induced to throw in their lot with him.

No man on the whole tax-ridden countryside believed or considered it as a distant possibility that the Rangars would strike for any hand except their own; they were known, on the other hand, to be more or less cohesive, and it was considered certain that, whichever way they swung, when the priest-pulled string let loose the flood of revolution, they would swing all together.  The question, then, was how to win the favor of the Rangars.  It was not at all an easy question, for the love lost between Hindoos and Mohammedans is less than that between dark-skinned men and white—­a lot less.

Within two hours of its happening he had been told of the capture of Ali Partab; and he knew—­for that was another thing his spies had told him—­that Ali Partab was Mahommed Gunga’s man.  Apparently, then, Ali Partab—­a prisoner in Jaimihr’s palace-yard—­was the only connecting link between him and the Rangars whom he wished to win over to his side.  He was as anxious as any to help overwhelm the British, but he naturally wished to come out of the turmoil high and dry himself, and he was, therefore, ready to consider the protection of individual British subjects if that would please the men whom he wanted for his friends.

Mahommed Gunga was known to have carried letters for the missionaries.  He was known to have engaged a new servant when he rode away from Howrah and to have left his trusted man behind.  Miss McClean was known to have conversed with the retainer, immediately after which the man had been seized and carried off by Jaimihr’s men.  Jaimihr was known to have placed watchers round the mission house and—­once—­to have killed a man in Miss McClean’s defense.  The deduction was not too far-fetched that the retainer had been left as a protection against Jaimihr, and consequently that the Rangars, at the behest of Mahommed Gunga, had decided—­on at least the white girl’s safety.

Therefore, he argued, if he now proceeded to protect the McCleans, he would, at all events, not incur the Rangars’ enmity.

It was a serious decision that he had to make, for, for one thing, he dared not yet make any move likely to incite his strongly supported brother to open rebellion; he dared not, therefore, interfere at present with the watchers near the mission house.  To openly befriend the Christian priests would be to set the whole Hindoo population against himself, for it had been mainly against suttee and its kindred horrors that the missionaries had bent all their energy.