She was too much of a nurse, and had imbibed too much of the true medical sentiment, to let me desert a man in peril of his life in a tropical jungle.

So, in spite of Lady Meadowcroft, I was soon winding my way up a steep mountain track, overgrown with creeping Indian weeds, on my road to the still problematical village graced by the residence of the retired gentleman.
After two hours' hard climbing we reached it at last.

The retired gentleman led the way to a house in a street of the little wooden hamlet.

The door was low; I had to stoop to enter it.

I saw in a moment this was indeed no trick.