He sniffed the Tibetan incense, and shrugged.
It was written.

"Go," he said, "to Hare Sahib's bungalow and await me.
I shall be there presently.

There is plenty of time.

And remember our four heads depend upon the next few hours.

The soldiers are on the verge of mutiny, and only success can pacify them." He turned without ceremony and left them.