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Ained him. CHAPTER XXII THE CASTING OF THE DIE Ahmed Ismail crossed the
threshold behind Shere Ali. He closed the door quietly, bolted and
locked it. Then for a space of time the two men stood silent in the
darkness, and both listened intently--Ahmed Ismail for the sound of
someone stirring in the house, Shere Ali for a quiet secret movement at
his elbow. The blackness of the passage gaping as the door opened had
roused him to suspicion even while he had been standing in the street.
But he had not thought of drawing back. He had entered without fear,
just as now he stood, without fear, drawn up against the wall. There
was, indeed, a smile upon his face. Then he reached out his hand. Ahmed
Ismail, who still stood afraid lest any of his family should have been
disturbed, suddenly felt a light touch, like a caress, upon his face,
and then before he could so much as turn his head, five strong lean
fingers gripped him by the throat and tightened. "Ahmed, I have enemies
in Chiltistan," said Shere Ali, between a whisper and