But it serves me while I learn the road at least . ' He knew what the fakirs of the Taksali Gate were like when they talked among themselves , and copied the very inflection of their lewd disciples . ` Is his Search , then , truth or a cloak to other ends ? It may be treasure . ' ` He is mad -- many times mad . There is nothing else . ' Here the old soldier bobbled up and asked if Kim would accept his hospitality for the night . The priest recommended him to do so , but insisted that the honour of entertaining the lama belonged to the temple -- at which the lama smiled guilelessly . Kim glanced from one face to the other , and drew his own conclusions . ` Where is the money ? ' he whispered , beckoning the old man off into the darkness . ` In my bosom . Where else ? ' ` Give it me . Quietly and swiftly give it me . ' ` But why ? Here is no ticket to buy . ' ` Am I thy chela , or am I not ? Do I not safeguard thy old feet about the ways ? Give me the money and at dawn I will return it . '
He slipped his hand above the XXXXX 's girdle and brought away the purse .
Gate Kim Taksali chela cloak conclusions fakirs lama money night