not see his eyes at that instant, although he tried to.

He looked back at the train, giving the man a good chance to study
his face in profile.

"Oh, thank you, sir!" said the native oilily. "You are most kind!
I am your humble servant, sir!"

King nodded good-by to him, his dark eyes in the shadow of the
khaki helmet seeming scarcely interested any longer.

"Couldn't you find another berth?" Hyde asked him angrily when he
stepped back into the compartment.

"What were you out there looking for?"

King smiled back at him blandly.

"I think there are railway thieves on the train," he announced
without any effort at relevance. He might not have heard the question.

"What makes you think so?"

"Observation, sir."

"Oh! Then if you've seen thieves, why didn't you have 'em arrested?
You were precious free with that authority of yours on Peshawur platform!"

"Perhaps You'd care to take the responsibility, sir? Let me point
out one of them."