"Who are you ?" I cried.
They saluted us, military fashion.

"Matabele police, sah," the leader answered, recognising me.

"You are flying from Klaas's ?" "Yes," I answered.

"They have murdered Klaas, with his wife and child.
Some of them are now following us." The spokesman was a well-educated Cape Town negro.

"All right sah," he answered.