It's an infernal nuisance, but there's only one way out of it.

I must put him in charge of my own people.

They will keep him safe and sound till he's wanted.

Only he mustn't see me.' And he went out in a hurry.
I fetched Rasta from his prison.

He had come to his senses by this time, and lay regarding me with stony, malevolent eyes.
'I'm very sorry, Sir,' I said, 'for what has happened.