I congratulate you.' My words gave the old ruffian his cue.

'Yes, yes,' he said, 'I have, or rather my friend 'Mwanga has.

He has just been telling me about it.' The Kaffir looked miserably uncomfortable.

He shifted from one leg to the other, casting longing glances at the closed door.
'I tink I go,' he said.

'Afterwards we will speak more.' I told him I thought he had better go, and opened the door for him.
Then I bolted it again, and turned to Mr Japp.
'So that's your game,' I said.