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"
Sure
,
"
he
said
,
jumping
up
with
some
briskness
.
"
I
have
n't
the
privilege
of
your
name
,
sir
,
but
let
me
tell
you
that
you
're
a
white
man
.
I
'll
thank
you
to
lend
me
a
razor
.
"
I
took
him
into
my
bedroom
and
turned
him
loose
.
In
half
an
hour
's
time
a
figure
came
out
that
I
scarcely
recognized
.
Only
his
gimlety
,
hungry
eyes
were
the
same
.
He
was
shaved
clean
,
his
hair
was
parted
in
the
middle
,
and
he
had
cut
his
eyebrows
.
Further
,
he
carried
himself
as
if
he
had
been
drilled
,
and
was
the
very
model
,
even
to
the
brown
complexion
,
of
some
British
officer
who
had
had
a
long
spell
in
India
.
He
had
a
monocle
,
too
,
which
he
stuck
in
his
eye
,
and
every
trace
of
the
American
had
gone
out
of
his
speech
.
"
My
hat
!
Mr
Scudder
--
"
I
stammered
.
"
Not
Mr
Scudder
,
"
he
corrected
;
"
Captain
Theophilus
Digby
,
of
the
40th
Gurkhas
,
presently
home
on
leave
.
I
'll
thank
you
to
remember
that
,
sir
.
"
I
made
him
up
a
bed
in
my
smoking-room
and
sought
my
own
couch
,
more
cheerful
than
I
had
been
for
the
past
month
.
Things
did
happen
occasionally
,
even
in
this
God-forgotten
metropolis
.
I
woke
next
morning
to
hear
my
man
,
Paddock
,
making
the
deuce
of
a
row
at
the
smoking-room
door
.
Paddock
was
a
fellow
I
had
done
a
good
turn
to
out
on
the
Selakwe
,
and
I
had
inspanned
him
as
my
servant
as
soon
as
I
got
to
England
.
He
had
about
as
much
gift
of
the
gab
as
a
hippopotamus
,
and
was
not
a
great
hand
at
valeting
,
but
I
knew
I
could
count
on
his
loyalty
.
"
Stop
that
row
,
Paddock
,
"
I
said
.
"
There
's
a
friend
of
mine
,
Captain
--
Captain
"
(
I
could
n't
remember
the
name
)
"
dossing
down
in
there
.
Get
breakfast
for
two
and
then
come
and
speak
to
me
.
"
I
told
Paddock
a
fine
story
about
how
my
friend
was
a
great
swell
,
with
his
nerves
pretty
bad
from
overwork
,
who
wanted
absolute
rest
and
stillness
.
Nobody
had
got
to
know
he
was
here
,
or
he
would
be
besieged
by
communications
from
the
India
Office
and
the
Prime
Minister
and
his
cure
would
be
ruined
.
I
am
bound
to
say
Scudder
played
up
splendidly
when
he
came
to
breakfast
.
He
fixed
Paddock
with
his
eyeglass
,
just
like
a
British
officer
,
asked
him
about
the
Boer
War
,
and
slung
out
at
me
a
lot
of
stuff
about
imaginary
pals
.
Paddock
could
n't
learn
to
call
me
"
sir
'
,
but
he
"
sirred
'
Scudder
as
if
his
life
depended
on
it
.
I
left
him
with
the
newspaper
and
a
box
of
cigars
,
and
went
down
to
the
City
till
luncheon
.
When
I
got
back
the
liftman
had
an
important
face
.
