I know of only one man who would return the Nana Sahib's ruby.

Sentiment; for I believe the poor devil was really fond of me.

A valet.

With me for ten years.

He was really my comrade; always my right-hand on my exploration trips; back-boned, fearless, reliable in a pinch, and a scholar in a way; though I can't imagine how and where he picked up his learning.