And that was a puzzler.
At last Head-nurse said, "I believe all cats have the same smell, else why do all dogs go after all cats?
At any rate, it would be worth trying." So they got a fine, large, handsome white cat in the bazaar, and said to Tumbu, "Go seek!" And then there was the most awful scrimmage that ever was seen.

Tumbu was after the cat in a second, and the cat jumped for protection on Head-nurse, and Head-nurse howled, while Tumbu deafened everybody by yowls; for the cat had caught him on the nose! Peace was not restored till pussy had made her escape back to the bazaar through the window.
"That was not a success," sighed poor Head-nurse as she put herself tidy; but after all it was not such a failure, since, either from putting two and two together, or by mere chance, Tumbu appeared the very next day barking and frolicking after his usual fashion when he wanted them to go out, and then led them straight to a lonely corner of the palace garden, whence, looking upwards, they could plainly see Down seated on a narrow window sill.

And the next moment, hearing the familiar bark, who should pop his head out of the window but Roy! "All's well," he whispered rapidly seeing them below him; then withdrew his head swiftly.

For he had determined never by anything or in any way to risk being sent away from the little Heir-to-Empire.
But the others were more than satisfied with the whisper.
"Now," said little Bija, who was beginning to manage her nurses, "Tumbu must find Foster-father and tell _him_." And this, we have seen, he did.
Even so, with the daily content of knowing that all were at least safe, the time passed with deadly slowness, for the days grew to weeks, the weeks to months, bringing no change.

Denied, as he was, the outdoor life, the fresh air to which he had been accustomed, little Prince Akbar grew pale and thin.