or other, paragraphs did appear, not naming
Calvert, but intimating that an officer, who had formerly served her
Majesty, had been seen in the ranks of the insurgents of Upper Bengal.
Yet Calvert was not suspected, and he dropped out of people's minds as
thoroughly as if he had dropped out of life.

To this oblivion, for a while, we must leave him; for even if we had in
our hands, which we have not, any records of his campaigning life, we
might scruple to occupy our readers with details which have no direct
bearing upon our story. That Loyd never heard of him is clear enough.
The name of Calvert never occurred in any letter from his hand. It was
one no more to be spoken of by Florence or himself. One letter from him,
however, mentioned an incident which, to a suspicious mind, might have
opened a strange vein of speculation, though it is right to add that
neither the writer nor the reader ever hit upon a clue to the mystery
indicated. It was during his second year of absence that he was sent to
Mulnath, from which he writes:

"The mutiny has not touched this spot; but we hear every
day the low rumbling of the distant storm, and we are told
that our servants, and the native battalion that are our
garrison, are only waiting for the signal to rise. I doubt
this greatly. I have nothing to excite my distrust of the
people, but much to recommend them to my favour. It is only
two days back that I received secret intelligence of an
intended attack upon my bungalow by a party of Bithoor
cavalry, whose doings have struck terror far and near. Two
companies of the--th, that I sent for, arrived this
morning, and I now feel very easy about the reception the
enemy will meet The strangest part of all is, however, to
come. Captain Rolt, who commands the detachment, said in a
laughing jocular way, 'I declare, judge, if I were you, I
would change my name, at least till this row was over.' I
asked him 'Why?' in some surprise; and he replied, 'There's
rather a run against judges of your name lately. They shot
one at Astraghan last November. Six weeks back, they came
down near Agra, where Craven Loyd had just arrived, district
judge and assessor; they burnt his bungalow, and massacred
himself and his household; and now, it seems, they are
after _you_. I take it that some one of your name has been
rather sharp on these fellows,