"Tell you all about it after I've had a word with Ranjoor Singh."

"Hadn't I better go and help look for him?"

"Yes, if you like."

So, within another certain number of split seconds, Captain Charlie
Warrington rode, as the French say, belly-to-the-earth, and the fact
that the monsoon chose that instant to let pour another Noah's deluge
seemed to make no difference at all to his ardor or the pace to which
he spurred his horse.

An angry police officer grumbled that night at the club about the
arrogance of all cavalrymen, but of one Warrington in particular.

"Wanted to know, by the Big Blue Bull of Bashan, whether I knew when
a case was serious or not! Yes, he did! Seemed to think the murder of
one sowar was the only criminal case in all Delhi, and had the nerve
to invite me to set every constable in what he termed my parish on
the one job. What did I say? Told him to call to-morrow, of course--
said I'd see. Gad! You should have heard him swear then--thought his
eyes 'ud burn holes in my tunic. Went careering out of the office as
if war had been declared."

"Talking of war," said somebody, nursing a long drink under the
swinging punkah, "do you suppose--"

So the manners of India's pet cavalry were forgotten at once in the
vortex of the only topic that had interest for any one in clubdom,
and it was not noticed whether Warrington or his colonel, or any