They ended up without a whole rag between them, and had to send Juma to head-quarters for new blue dressing-gowns.

The doctor came himself--a fat good-natured party with an eye-glass and a cocktail appetite, acting locum-tenens for the real official who was home on leave.

He brought the ingredients for cocktails with him.
"Yes," he said, shaking the mixer with a sort of deft solicitude.
"There's more than something in the tale.

I've had a try myself to get details.

Tippoo Tib believes in up-to-date physic, and when the old rascal's sick he sends for me.