"The Chinese cleared him out.
They lent him the money to get to Rangoon.

I happen to know that because he cashed my friend's cheque in Bhamo." There was another and somewhat longer pause.
"You did not hear whether he had any precious stones in his possession ?" "Good gracious, no! From what they told me I gathered that the man hadn't a halfpenny in the world.

Why should he have been likely to have had jewels?
In point of fact I'm sure he hadn't, for I was given to understand he was about as woe-begone a customer as could be found anywhere." The blind man uttered a heavy sigh, and sank back to his former position upon the ground.
An hour and a half later, just as the shadows of evening were drawing in, a party of Sikhs put in an appearance, bringing with them a dhooly, in which they placed the injured man.

It was almost dark when they reached the station, where Grantham's superior officer was awaiting their coming.
"What on earth's the meaning of this ?" he asked, as the _cortege_ drew up before the bungalow.

"Who are these men?
And where did you find them ?" Grantham made his report, and then the wounded man was lifted out and carried to a hut at the rear of the main block of buildings.