Chapter 42

She was very pretty in a scared way. Sanders judged her to be in the region of twenty-four—she was, in fact, two years younger, and had married her present husband when she was seventeen. “What you ought to see, dear old Mrs. Banks, is the N’gombi territory——” “Don’t call my wife ‘dear old Mrs. Banks!’” bellowed the Major, red in the face; and then he glared at his wife. “The key, my dear!” He fumbled in his pocket, produced a small Yale key, and Sanders saw the girl shrink back as though she had been struck. The I…