Better still, you will hear of him at little forgotten fishing ports where the Albanian mountains dip to the Adriatic.

If you struck a Mecca pilgrimage the odds are you would meet a dozen of Sandy's friends in it.

In shepherds' huts in the Caucasus you will find bits of his cast-off clothing, for he has a knack of shedding garments as he goes.

In the caravanserais of Bokhara and Samarkand he is known, and there are shikaris in the Pamirs who still speak of him round their fires.

If you were going to visit Petrograd or Rome or Cairo it would be no use asking him for introductions; if he gave them, they would lead you into strange haunts.