in a voice of
melancholy triumph. "But what is the use of defying fate, and who
successfully evades his destiny? A month ago I went to see one of our
people who reads the future and sought to know the course of certain
events. 'You need fear no human eye,' was the message given to me.
Then she added: 'But when the sightless sees the unseen, make your
peace with Yama.' And I thought she spoke of the Great Hereafter!"

"This amounts to an admission of your guilt," exclaimed Mr. Carlyle
practically.

"I bow to the decree of fate," replied Drishna. "And it is fitting to
the universal irony of existence that a blind man should be the
instrument. I don't imagine, Mr. Carlyle," he added maliciously, "that
you, with your eyes, would ever have brought that result about."

"You are a very cold-blooded young scoundrel, sir!" retorted Mr.
Carlyle. "Good heavens! do you realize that you are responsible for
the death of scores of innocent men and women?"

"Do _you_ realize, Mr. Carlyle, that you and your Government and your
soldiers are responsible for the death of thousands of innocent men
and women in my country every day? If England was occupied by the
Germans who quartered an army and an administration with their wives
and their families and all their expensive paraphernalia on the
unfortunate country until the whole nation was reduced to the verge of
famine, and the appointment of every new official meant the callous
death sentence on a thousand men and women to pay his salary, then if
you went to Berlin and wrecked a train you would be hailed a patriot.
What Boadicea did and--and Samson, so have I. If they were heroes, so
am I."

"Well, upon my word!" cried the highly scandalized Carlyle, "what
next! Boadicea was a--er--semi-legendary person, whom we may possibly
admire at a distance. Personally, I do not profess to express an
opinion. But Samson, I would remind you, is a Biblical character.
Samson was mocked as an enemy. You, I do not doubt, have been
entertained as a friend."

"And haven't I been mocked and despised and sneered at every day of my
life here by your supercilious, superior, empty-headed men?" flashed
back Drishna, his eyes leaping into malignity and his voice trembling
with sudden passion. "Oh! how I hated them as I passed them in the
street and recognized by a thousand petty insults their lordly English
contempt for me as an inferior being--a nigger. How I longed with
Caligula that a nation had a singl