I found him trying to beg a bite from a full-blooded Arab, and say! they're a loving lot.

The Arab spat in his eye! I offered to buy him eats but he didn't dare come in here for fear the Greeks 'ud thrash him, so I slipped him ten rupees for himself and he's the gratefulest fat black man you ever set eyes on.

You bet it takes food and lots of it to keep that belly of his in shape.

There's a back door to this joint.

He slipped round behind and bribed the babu to feed him on the rear step, me standing guard at the corner to keep Greeks at bay.