You would not know me at all unless I choose, I bet you.

Some day I will prove it.

I come as Ladakhi trader--oh, anything--and I say to you: "You want to buy precious stones ?" You say: "Do I look like a man who buys precious stones ?" Then I say: "Even verree poor man can buy a turquoise or tarkeean."' 'That is kichree--vegetable curry,' said Kim.
'Of course it is.

You say: "Let me see the tarkeean." Then I say: "It was cooked by a woman, and perhaps it is bad for your caste." Then you say: "There is no caste when men go to--look for tarkeean." You stop a little between those words, "to--look".

That is thee whole secret.