Hawke cast a glance at the superb domes of the Jumma Musjid towering in the thin air above them, as he slowly answered: "I am only here on a roving secret commission.

I shall call, of course, and pay my personal respects to His Excellency, the General Commanding.
I am an official will-o'-the-wisp, just now, but my blushing honors are strictly civil, and, by the way, in expectancy.

Where does your promotion carry you ?" "Oh, anywhere--everywhere," laughed Hardwicke.

"I may be sent home.

I'm entitled to a long leave--there's my wound, you know.