driver. ‘Since we can’t take Radhika Singh with us, there’s no point in tryingto keep her hostage. Just dump her into Sukhna Lake. The place will soon be swarming with cops when Kurkude’s body is discovered. Discovery of her body will be an added bonus for the police.’
King Virata thanked the Pandavas profusely for having protected his kingdom and gave his daughter Uttari’s hand in marriage to Arjuna’s son, Abhimanyu. A Brahmin was then sent by the Pandavas to meet Duryodhana in order to ask for their share of the kingdom. Duryodhana sent his father’s charioteer Sanjay to inform my cousins that nothing was due to them because they had been discovered prior to completion of thirteen years as per the solar calendar, even though the required time period had elapsed as per the lunar calendar. Several sages and other learned men went to meet Dhritarashtra to warn him of the consequences of Duryodhana’s refusal, but Dhritarashtra remained unmoved. It was then that I decided to intercede.
Rathore, Saini and Chhedi were sitting in the Immuno conference room. It was situated on the same floor as Chhedi’s office and was fitted out with the very latest audio and video equipment. The notable absence was that of Radhika Singh.
Chhedi had asked his secretary to arrange for coffee and sandwiches but Rathore ignored the refreshments on offer. Rathore’s mind kept wandering. He was worried about his boss who was missing in action.
‘Priya consciously chose to wait until all four seals had been discovered before revealing her own identity,’ said Saini. ‘She then waited for me to figure out the fact that they represented the swastika—and consequently Mount Kailash. She now thinks that Krishna’s secret lies there, but she does not have one important clue that I do.’
Rathore listened to Saini carefully. It had become evident that they had wasted a great deal of time by focusing police attention on Saini as the prime suspect. It was time to take advantage of his expertise in history instead.
‘What clue do you have that Priya doesn’t?’ asked Chhedi.
Saini turned to Rathore. ‘When your team searched my house, you found the seal that Varshney gave me, but on the day that you arrested me, I was carrying in my pocket a handwritten note from Varshney. The duty sergeant kept it with my personal effects when I was booked into prison. Do you have it with you?’
Rathore nodded. He pulled out the note from his file and passed explorationig Balaramai it on to Saini.
Saini began reading the note that Varshney had handed over to him during their visit to Kalibangan. ‘Varshney was a linguist and loved playing word games,’ he explained as he read the note. ‘I tried reading and rereading this note several times but was unable to make any sense of what my friendwas trying to say. It’s typical gobbledygook that Varshney adored.’
Saini passed on the note to Chhedi and said, ‘Could you project an image of this note on the screen via the overhead projector? It will help if all of us jointly try to crack this.’ With the note duly magnified on the white screen in front of them, everyone was soon absorbed in reading the strange paragraph penned by Varshney.
D’etale r’aknahs! Edise-Breta-Weulb DNA. Rats anispiter. Axis Red Nerrus ajar! Sitih saliak roh salak. XNI dialer, dial, devil. Pitta pott Felnox. Strap lamina on stats. Peek slipup desserts. Tub trams. A kit saw slarem. Un warder!
Could it be a code? Rathore tried examining every alternate letter, then every third letter, but was unable to discern a pattern. His mind kept wandering back to Radhika Singh. Every few minutes he would look at his phone expecting some information about Radhika but the phone remained silent.
Chhedi wondered whether the phrase was an anagram of some sort but even after using an online anagram resource he had come up empty-handed. Saini played with his pen as he attempted to coax meaning from the madness. His reverie was
King Virata thanked the Pandavas profusely for having protected his kingdom and gave his daughter Uttari’s hand in marriage to Arjuna’s son, Abhimanyu. A Brahmin was then sent by the Pandavas to meet Duryodhana in order to ask for their share of the kingdom. Duryodhana sent his father’s charioteer Sanjay to inform my cousins that nothing was due to them because they had been discovered prior to completion of thirteen years as per the solar calendar, even though the required time period had elapsed as per the lunar calendar. Several sages and other learned men went to meet Dhritarashtra to warn him of the consequences of Duryodhana’s refusal, but Dhritarashtra remained unmoved. It was then that I decided to intercede.
Rathore, Saini and Chhedi were sitting in the Immuno conference room. It was situated on the same floor as Chhedi’s office and was fitted out with the very latest audio and video equipment. The notable absence was that of Radhika Singh.
Chhedi had asked his secretary to arrange for coffee and sandwiches but Rathore ignored the refreshments on offer. Rathore’s mind kept wandering. He was worried about his boss who was missing in action.
‘Priya consciously chose to wait until all four seals had been discovered before revealing her own identity,’ said Saini. ‘She then waited for me to figure out the fact that they represented the swastika—and consequently Mount Kailash. She now thinks that Krishna’s secret lies there, but she does not have one important clue that I do.’
Rathore listened to Saini carefully. It had become evident that they had wasted a great deal of time by focusing police attention on Saini as the prime suspect. It was time to take advantage of his expertise in history instead.
‘What clue do you have that Priya doesn’t?’ asked Chhedi.
Saini turned to Rathore. ‘When your team searched my house, you found the seal that Varshney gave me, but on the day that you arrested me, I was carrying in my pocket a handwritten note from Varshney. The duty sergeant kept it with my personal effects when I was booked into prison. Do you have it with you?’
Rathore nodded. He pulled out the note from his file and passed explorationig Balaramai it on to Saini.
Saini began reading the note that Varshney had handed over to him during their visit to Kalibangan. ‘Varshney was a linguist and loved playing word games,’ he explained as he read the note. ‘I tried reading and rereading this note several times but was unable to make any sense of what my friendwas trying to say. It’s typical gobbledygook that Varshney adored.’
Saini passed on the note to Chhedi and said, ‘Could you project an image of this note on the screen via the overhead projector? It will help if all of us jointly try to crack this.’ With the note duly magnified on the white screen in front of them, everyone was soon absorbed in reading the strange paragraph penned by Varshney.
D’etale r’aknahs! Edise-Breta-Weulb DNA. Rats anispiter. Axis Red Nerrus ajar! Sitih saliak roh salak. XNI dialer, dial, devil. Pitta pott Felnox. Strap lamina on stats. Peek slipup desserts. Tub trams. A kit saw slarem. Un warder!
Could it be a code? Rathore tried examining every alternate letter, then every third letter, but was unable to discern a pattern. His mind kept wandering back to Radhika Singh. Every few minutes he would look at his phone expecting some information about Radhika but the phone remained silent.
Chhedi wondered whether the phrase was an anagram of some sort but even after using an online anagram resource he had come up empty-handed. Saini played with his pen as he attempted to coax meaning from the madness. His reverie was
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