The Road to Mandalay

The Road to Mandalay

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Title: The Road to Mandalay A Tale of Burma
Author: B. M. Croker

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THE ROAD TO MANDALAY
A Tale of Burma
by

B. M. Croker

Cassell and Company, Ltd London, New York, Toronto & Melbourne
First published October 1917. Reprinted December 1917, March and
May 1918 Popular Edition 1919.

TO
LT.-COLONEL A. E. CONGDON
LATE ROYAL MUNSTER FUSILIERS
FROM HIS OLD FRIEND
THE AUTHOR

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
1.
BLINDS DOWN 2. WHAT HANNAH SAID 3. THE CLOSED
HOUSE 4. KICKS AND HALFPENCE 5. CLOUDS 6. AN EMPTY
OFFER 7. "THE MONSTER" 8. BOUND FOR BURMA 9. THE
"BLANKSHIRE" 10. THE LAND OF PROMISE 11. A BURMESE
HOSTESS 12. EAST AND WEST 13. "KEEP AN EYE UPON HER"
14. THE MANTLE OF FERNANDA 15. THE CHUMMERY 16. MR.
AND MRS. ABELSALTER 17. AT THE PLAY 18. THE CHINESE
SHOP 19. CHAFF 20. THE PONGYE 21. THE COCAINE DEN 22.
THE APPROACHING DREAD 23. MYSTERY AND SUSPICION 24.
SENTENCE OF DEATH 25. THE LATE RICHARD ROSCOE 26.
FITZGERALD IMPARTS INFORMATION 27. A ROPE TRICK 28.
MA CHIT 29. MUNG BAW 30. ENLIGHTENMENT 31. SEEING IS

BELIEVING 32. ON DUTY 33. SOPHY 34. ALL IS OVER 35.
MUNG BAW LIES LOW 36. THE BOMBSHELL 37. THE TUG OF
WAR 38. SERGEANT-MAJOR RYAN

THE ROAD TO MANDALAY
CHAPTER I
BLINDS DOWN
"What do you think, Mitty? All the blinds are down at 'Littlecote,'"
announced Miss Jane Tebbs, bursting open the drawing-room door and
disturbing her sister in a surreptitious game of patience. In well-ordered
households the mistress is understood to have various domestic tasks
claiming her attention in the morning. Cards should never appear until
after sunset.
"Blinds down?" echoed Miss Tebbs, hastily moving a newspaper in the
hope of concealing her ill-doing. "Why are you in such a taking, Jane? I
suppose the family are away."
"Rubbish!" exclaimed her relative, sinking into a chair and dragging off
her gloves. "Did you ever know them all away together? Of course,
Mrs. Shafto goes gadding, and Douglas is at Sandhurst, but 'he' seldom
stirs. It is my opinion that something has happened. The Shaftos have
lived at 'Littlecote' for ten years, and I have never seen the blinds down
before to-day."
"Oh, you are so fussy and ready to imagine things!" grumbled Mitty,
who meanwhile had collected and pocketed the cards with surpassing
dexterity. "I don't forget the time when the curate had a smart lady in
his lodgings, and you nearly went out of your mind: rampaging up and
down the village, and telling everyone that the bishop must be informed;
and after all your outcry she turned out to be the young man's mother!"
"That's true. I confess I was misled; but she made herself up to look

like a girl of twenty. You can't deny that she powdered her nose and
wore white shoes. But this is different. Drawn blinds are a sign of
trouble, and there is trouble at 'Littlecote,' as sure as my name is Jane."
"Then, in that case, why don't you go up to the house and
inquire?"--The query suggested a challenge.
"Mitty! You know perfectly well that I have never been inside the door
since Mrs. Shafto was so rude to me about the book club, when I wrote
and protested against the 'loose' novels she put upon her list. Why, you
saw her letter yourself!"
Here a pause ensued, during which Miss Jane blew into every separate
finger of her gloves and folded them up with the neatest exactitude.
Presently she murmured with a meditative air:
"I was thinking of asking Eliza to run over."
"Oh, you may ask!" rejoined her sister, with a sniff of scorn, "but Eliza
won't stir. There's a beefsteak pudding for dinner. And that reminds me
that this is the egg woman's day, and I must see if she has called. I shall
want three dozen."
And without another word the elder Miss Tebbs bustled out of the room
and abandoned her relative to solitude and speculation.
Matilda and Jane Tebbs were the elderly orphans of a late vicar, and
still considered the parish and community of Tadpool their special
charge. Miss Jane was organist and Sunday school superintendent;
Miss Tebbs held mothers' meetings and controlled the maternity basket