The Goanese clerk had been in the court, and recognized me.

He had not stayed to hear the end.
"Fines should be paid in the court, not here!" he intimated rudely.
We wasted no time with him but walked on through, and the collector greeted us without obvious cordiality.

He did not ask us to sit down.
"My friend here has come to tell you about that man Schillingschen," said Fred.
"I suppose you mean Professor Schillingschen!" The collector was a clean-shaven man with a blue jowl that suffered from blunt razors, and a temper rendered raw by native cooking.

But he had photos of feminine relations and a little house in a dreary Midland street on his desk, and was no doubt loyal to the light he saw.

I wished we had Monty with us.