I have some money of yours in my hands.

Have you the receipts ?" "I have them, sahib; but it is not for that that I come to see you.
I wish to ask your advice on a private matter." The Parsee looked a little surprised.
"Come in here with me," he said, leading the way to his private room, behind the shop.
"Now, what is it ?" he asked, as he closed the door behind them.
"It was believed, sahib, that Major Lindsay's infant boy was killed, at that time, like all others in the camp.

It was not so.

I saved him.

It is about him that I want to speak to you." The Parsee thought for a moment.
"Yes, there was a child.