The
author
of
"Jimgrim"
and
"King
of the
Khyber
Rifles"
tells
the
further
adventures
of that
engaging
character,
Chullander
Ghose in
this
story of
the
Criminal
Investigation
Department's
activities
in one
of the
few
remaining
independent
states
in
India.
"I
am a
reprehensible
and
graceless
babu
named
Chullander
Ghose --
investigator,"
he
explained
to the
young
American,
Dr.
Copeland,
as they
shared
dinner
in a
bleak
little
way-station
under
the
downpour
of an
Indian
monsoon.
Obese,
with a
tremendous
belly, a
loin
cloth
wrapped
around
his legs
in
Ghandiesque
manner,
an
English
hunting
coat
over his
broad
shoulders
-- at
first
glance
he did
not look
like the
cleverest
and most
resourceful
man in
the
C.I.D.
But, Dr.
Copeland
was to
discover
his true
metal in
a series
of
exciting
and
swiftly
moving
events
that
fast
occurred.
A
drunken
Rajah
seeking
to
poison
his
cousin,
next
heir to
the
throne;
the
priests
of Kali
and the
strange
woman
who
presided
over
their
gruesome
cult of
death in
the
ruined
temple
in the
jungle;
Major
Eustace
Smith,
the
lazy,
grouchy
and
pompous
incumbent
of the
British
Residency
at
Katchdullaub;
"Hawkesey,"
forthright
British
ex-soldier
in the
Rajah's
employ
-- these
are some
of the
figures
who
engaged
the
attention
of
Chullander
Ghose.
With a
master's
touch,
he plays
upon
their
hatred,
fear,
greed,
envy or
affection
to bring
about
his own
ends and
to work
out the
tangle
he has
been
assigned
to
solve.
Talbot
Mundy
has done
some of
his best
work in
this
novel
which
combines
suspense,
horror,
humor,
and
wisdom.
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King
of the
Khyber
Rifles
If
you
would go
to the
heart of
the
Indian
hills,
deep
into the
Khinjan
caves,
here up
beyond
the
Khyber
Pass,
where
many
have
gone but
none
returned,
then go
with the
King of
the
Khyber
Rifles.
There
you will
meet a
mystery
woman,
who,
smiling,
rules
the
honey-combed
caves
that
hang
over the
edge of
Earth's
Drink.
Perhaps
you will
shrink
in dread
of the
Mullah,
who has
no hair
or
eyelashes,
and
guards
the
door.
In the
grandeur,
squalor,
cruelty,
charm
and
treachery
of
India,
the
India of
teeming
streets
and
magic
palaces,
Mr.
Mundy
has laid
romance
of
perilous
adventure
in the
secret
service
among
the
war-stirred,
intriguing
Northern
border
tribes.
Through
the
story
runs the
mystery
of the
dancing
woman,
who
holds in
the
hollow
of her
hand the
throbbings
of the
uneasy
tribes.
In her
choice
lies
salvation
for
India.
to see
her
dance is
worth
all the
rest.
Before
the
crowds
in the
great
cave,
with the
stalactites
glittering
under
the
flare of
torches,
she is
like the
dawn
touching
the
distant
peaks.
Like a
blossom,
she, the
heart of
the
hills,
holds
her
audience
motionless
until,
springing
upon an
upraised
shield,
scarcely
touching
it with
her
naked
toes,
she
leaps
out of
sight.
Not once
does the
story
drag,
and the
author
crowds
bewildering
romance,
one upon
another.
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OM,
the
Secret
of Ahbor
Valley
A
story of
mytery
and
adventure
in India
on the
way to
that
strange
valley,
that
secret,
sacred
part of
the
Himalayas,
from
which no
white
man has
ever
returned
alive.
No
previous
work of
fition
has so
boldly
led into
the
unknown
ways of
Eastern
life,
the
occult
realms
of
Eastern
thought,
without
losing
the
Western
viewpoint.
Nothing
previously
written
has so
sympathetically
shown
the
barrier
between
the East
and West
and the
narrow
way to
Wisdom
along
which
East and
West may
come
together.
A Lama
is the
central
figure
-- a
character
unique
and
impressive,
a
whimsical,
winning,
compassionate,
heroic
gentleman,
whose
own
story,
told in
his own
words,
on a
crag by
the
roaring
Brahmaputra,
is as
solemn
as
Hebrew
prophecy,
as
absorbing
as
romance,
as
modern
as a
daily
paper.
