And he was connected with the Treasury.

He knew.
But a week later, when the papers were sent to the Brigadier for signature, he amazed everybody by consenting without the least objection.

Nobody but he knew who his visitor had been the night before.
"How did you know about it, Mahommed Gunga ?" he demanded, as the veteran sat and faced him over the tent candle, his one lean leg swaying up and down, as usual, above the other.
"Have club servants not got ears, sahib ?" "And you-- ?" "I, too, have ears--good ones!" The Brigadier drummed his fingers on the table, hesitating.

No officer, however high up in the service, likes to lose even a subaltern from his command when that subaltern is worth his salt.
"Let him go, sahib! You have seen how we Rangars honor him--you may guess what difference he might make in a crisis.

Sign, sahib--let him go!" "But--where do you come in?
What have you had to do with this ?" "First, sahib, I tested him thoroughly.