At Bandakui, where lives one of Us, I thought to slip the scent by changing my face, and so made me a Mahratta.

Then I came to Agra, and would have turned back to Chitor to recover the letter.

So sure I was I had slipped them.

Therefore I did not send a tar [telegram] to any one saying where the letter lay.
I wished the credit of it all.' Kim nodded.

He understood that feeling well.
'But at Agra, walking in the streets, a man cried a debt against me, and approaching with many witnesses, would hale me to the courts then and there.