"Don't pretend!" she said poutingly. "You're too clever to believe
he's cut up over the Millikens. No--it's something awful or--
another woman! Now, if I knew as much of India as you do--and
wasn't a woman, and could go where I liked--I'd go to Bungloore and
find him."

"Oh! You have his address?" I said.

"Certainly! What did you expect I was behind the curtain with the
Viceroy for?" she said, opening her violet eyes innocently. "It's
Bungloore--First Turning to the Right--At the End of the passage."

Bungloore--near Ghouli Pass--in the Jungle! I knew the place, a
spot of dank pestilence and mystery. "You never could have gone
there," I said.

"You do not know WHAT I could do for a FRIEND," she said sweetly,
veiling her eyes in demure significance.

"Oh, come off the roof!" I said bluntly.

She could be obedient when it was necessary. She came off. Not
without her revenge. "Try to remember you are not at school with
the Stalkies," she said, and turned away.

I went to Bungloore,--not on her account, but my own. If you don't
know India, you won't know Bungloore. It's all that and more. An
egg dropped by a vulture, sat upon and addled by the Department.
But I knew the house and walked boldly in. A lion walked out of