In the lavish buildings to the east of Mysore City, Salah's eyes widened as he stared at Sheikh Khan and lowered his voice:
"How did those more than 300 people die?!"
"It is said they were poisoned." Sheikh Khan nonchalantly flipped his wrist, "It's not surprising that food in the prison could kill people."
Salah took a step forward, his voice trembling a bit:
"Did you do it?"
"Hmm, perhaps."
Salah angrily said, "I only asked you to hijack them halfway, why did you kill them all?!"
"Oh, not all of them, Your Excellency," Sheikh Khan offered a delicate ivory pipe to him, "Care for a puff? There are still a dozen or so people who didn't have dinner last night, so they didn't die."
Salah pushed the pipe away. Sheikh Khan was not offended and smiled:
"You should know, hijacking those few hundred people would require mobilizing at least 300 soldiers, and if just one person leaked information, we would face big trouble.
