In the morning, they started for the town. Groups of peasants were
already making their way towards the gate, with fruit and grain; and,
keeping near one of these parties, while sufficiently distant to
prevent the chance of their being addressed, Charlie and Tim made
their way to the gate; the latter suffering acutely, in his mind, from
the impropriety of his attire.
No questions were asked, as they passed the guard. They at once
perceived Hossein, standing a little way off, and followed him through
the busy streets. They soon turned off into a quieter quarter, and
stopped at a house, in a street in which scarcely anyone was stirring.
Hossein glanced round, as he opened the door, and beckoned to them to
enter at once. This they did, and were glad, indeed, to set down the
heavy baskets of plantains.
"My lord's room is upstairs," Hossein said, and led the way to a
comfortably furnished apartment. "I think that you might stay here,
for months, unsuspected. A sweeper comes, every day, to do my rooms
downstairs. He believes the rest of the house to be untenanted, and
you must remain perfectly quiet, during the half hour he is here.
Otherwise, no one enters the house but myself.
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