She did not speak a word, but her face was flushed, and it was plain that she was greatly annoyed. The flush upon her face deepened when her husband went out to the verandah and uttered a curious guttural cry.
“How has he learned that?” asked Dr Koomadhi.
“Learned what?” asked Mrs Minton.
“That cry.”
“Oh, it’s some of his foolishness.”
“I daresay; but——”
“Ah, I thought I could bring you here, my friend,” cried the Major, as Jacco the baboon swung off his usual place over the porch into his arms.
Dr Koomadhi watched the creature run its fingers through the Major’s disordered hair. He heard the guttural sound made by the baboon, and he heard it responded to by the Major.
He found that Major Minton was on a level with himself in his acquaintance with the simian language.
He rose and took leave of Mrs Minton, and then, with a word of warning in regard to his imprudent exercises, of the Major, left the Residency.