A light of unholy joy came momentarily into the eyes of the Commissioner, flickered a moment, and was gone, leaving his face impassive.
"You know, Bosambo," he said mildly—for him, "that I have great faith in you; therefore I leave you a powerful fetish, who shall be as me in my absence."
He took from the pocket of his uniform jacket a certain round box of silver, very pleasant to the touch, being somewhat like a flattened egg.
Sanders had set his pedometer that morning.
"Take this and wear it for my sake," he said.
Bosambo threaded a chain through its loop of silver and hung it about his neck.
"Lord," he said gratefully, "you have done this thing before the eyes of my people, and now they will believe all I tell them regarding your love for me."
Sanders left the Ochori city next morning.
"Remember," he warned, "you do not go beyond the borders of your city."
"Master," said Bosambo, "I sit fasting and without movement until your lordship returns."