Reginald Thomas Maitland Scott

“ The door was slammed and bolted by the quick thinking Ram Singh almost as the words "darwaza bundo" were uttered— those words, in Hindustani, meaning "shut the door."
In the hall there were angry exclamations. Footsteps sounded as men crowded around the door without any attempt at concealment. There was loud and irritated conversation. The apartment house was the kind which housed people who sometimes fought and who sometimes became noisy with drink. It required very serious disorders to attract much attention in that building.
After a few moments of thought Wentworth came to a decision. ”

“ Molly Dennis, returning from the bathroom where she had been staring at her new self in the mirror, failed to recognize Wentworth until he spoke to her.
"And you, Ram Singh," directed Wentworth, "will go, when I leave here, to the Oriental Restaurant on Seventh Avenue. There you will lose yourself among the men from India until anybody, who may have followed you from here, has lost all trace of you."
"Han, sahib!" agreed Ram Singh with emphasis. "Boy go! Bad man no can find." ”

“ He wondered if his lost pistol had already been identified by the police and if, in some way, they had traced him to this apartment.
Instead of advancing his pistol hand, resting against his hip, he drew it gently backward and, unseen, slipped the pistol into his hip pocket. Then he dropped the hand to his side . . . Desperate as the situation might prove to be, he must depend upon his wits and not upon the force of bullets.
"Come out of there, fella!" commanded the officer, keeping Wentworth covered with the revolver. ”