And where is he ?' 'Selling horses in this vi-cinity, of course.' 'Here! Why?
Speak slowly.

There is a thickness in my head still.' The Babu looked shyly down his nose.

'Well, you see, I am fearful man, and I do not like responsibility.

You were sick, you see, and I did not know where deuce-an'-all the papers were, and if so, how many.

So when I had come down here I slipped in private wire to Mahbub--he was at Meerut for races--and I tell him how case stands.