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right, my Lord, and that is what I am trying to do. But I can feel him staring at me and almost instinctively I want to look his way to see if he is.”
    “I know exactly what you mean, because I have felt like that myself. There was a boy at school who I always felt had his eye on me, even when I was sure he was not thinking about me.”
    “I want to forget that horrible man,” Aisha said with a little shiver.
    “Just decide he is nothing to do with you and that you are going to forget him.” “That is easier said than done, my Lord.”
    “Of course it is, but at least you can try.”
    Because he knew that she was worried by Watkins, Lord Kenington ate quickly and they left the Saloon before anyone else had finished.
    They went out onto the deck and sat down at a place that Lord Kenington had found which was protected from the wind and too much sun and it was impossible for anyone to be near them without their being aware of it.
    “Now,” he said, “tell me about your father, because I really am tremendously interested in him.”
    “I am sure Papa would be very flattered and I will, of course, tell you everything you want to know, but I have always been afraid that, since he takes such tremendous risks, he will be hurt or perhaps killed.”
    “What risks does he take?” Lord Kenington asked, as Aisha glanced round to make sure that no one was there.
    “He is in The Great Game . Have you heard about it, my Lord?”
    “Indeed I have and I think it is extraordinarily brave of those who take part in it, but I expect your father has told you it is the only way we can find out for sure what is happening on the frontier and how threatening the Russians really are.”
    “Papa believes that they are very dangerous,” Aisha answered, “and, because he speaks Urdu like a native, he often goes – disguised as an Indian.”
    She almost whispered the last words.
    “He goes out amongst the tribes on the North-West Frontier and talks to them?
    “He is usually, he told me, dressed as a Holy Man or as an Indian from another part of the country.” Aisha crossed her fingers as she added,
    “So far his disguise has never been discovered.”
    Lord Kenington knew that if it had, he would most probably have lost his life, but, as he had no wish for Aisha to be nervous or unhappy, he said,
    “I think that is wonderful of him. How did he learn to speak Urdu so well that no one suspects that he is not an Indian?”
    “When he was a small boy, his father was a Judge in India,” Aisha replied. “He went to a school where there were Indian boys as well as the sons of English Officers and he has often said that he found the Indians far more interesting and not so unfriendly as the English!”
    “So now he is able to disguise himself as an Indian without being noticed.” “I expect, although Papa will never admit it,” Aisha said, “that sometimes he is afraid. He went over the North-West Frontier last year and he told me that working outside was most interesting, although somewhat nerve-wracking.”
    “I am sure. Tell me where your father is now.”
    “He knows I am arriving on this ship and I expect he will be on the quay at Calcutta waiting for me.”
    Lord Kenington was delighted, as he had thought it would be difficult to find the men who were on the very secret list of those he should try to contact and that he should meet with Major Warde so quickly would save him a great deal of time and worry.
    “I think the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me,” he said aloud, “is that you asked me for my help and protection.”
    “It was very fortunate for me. I slept so peacefully last night, but I know if I had been in my other cabin, it would have been impossible to go to sleep.”
    “You are not to worry anymore,” Lord Kenington said. “I am taking you under my wing, as you might say, and I am quite certain that Mr. Watkins is far too sensible to risk annoying me.”
    “He is a horrid, beastly man,” Aisha