He comes up with his men and he consorts with the lama, and then he calls me a fool, and is very rude--' 'But wherefore--wherefore ?' 'That is what I ask.

I only suggest that if anyone steals the papers I should like some good strong, brave men to rob them back again.

You see, they are vitally important, and Mahbub Ali he did not know where you were.' 'Mahbub Ali to rob the Sahiba's house?
Thou art mad, Babu,' said Kim with indignation.
'I wanted the papers.

Suppose she had stole them?
It was only practical suggestion, I think.

You are not pleased, eh ?' A native proverb--unquotable--showed the blackness of Kim's disapproval.
'Well,'-- Hurree shrugged his shoulders--'there is no accounting for thee taste.