Even if my memory of those newspaper reports were clear I should still hesitate to sit in judgment.

But my memory isn't clear.

Let us see what I do remember." Pettifer took a chair and sat for a few moments with his forehead wrinkled in a frown.

Was he really trying to remember?
His wife asked herself that question as she watched him.

Or had he something to tell them which he meant to let fall in his own cautiously careless way?
Mrs.
Pettifer listened alertly.
"The--well--let us call it the catastrophe--took place in a tent in some state of Rajputana." "Yes," said Mr.Hazlewood.
"It took place at night.