"It is that one," Bootea declared, sweeping a hand toward Hunsa.
"About his waist is even now the yellow-and-white _roomal_ that is the
weapon of Bhowanee. With that he killed Amir Khan. Take it from him,
and see if there be not black hairs from the beard of the Chief in its
soft mesh."
"By the grace of Allah it is a truth!" the Commander ejaculated when
the cloth passed to him had been examined. "It is a revelation such as
came to Mahomet, and out of the mouth of a woman. Great is Allah!"
"Will the Commander have Hunsa searched for the paper the Sahib has
spoken of?" Bootea asked.
"In his turban--" Kassim commanded--"in his turban, the nest of a
thief's loot or the hiding-place of the knife of a murderer. Look ye
in his turban!"
As the turban was stripped from the head of Hunsa the Pindari gave it a
whirling twist that sent its many yards of blue muslin streaming out
like a ribbon and the parchment message fell to the floor.
"Ah-ha!" and a man, stooping, thrust it into the hands of the Commander.
The Pindari who held the turban, threw it almost at the feet of Bootea,
saying, "Methinks the slayer will need this no more.
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