The servants dispersed to their various occupations. Slowly at first, and with evident reluctance; but, hearing that the head boy was busy getting his master's breakfast, they, too, set about their various duties.
When the Magistrate arrived he found everything normal. He had breakfast with the Commissioner. When the meal was over he found his own servants had gone back to his compound. The word had spread abroad that the Commissioner would visit Lizizi and put matters right.
"How did you do it?"
"Just talked to them a little."
"No violence, I hope?"
"Unnecessary."
"What was it all about?"
"I know no more than you, but intend to find out."
In a few hours the Commissioner was on his way to Minanga, on the Zambesi, the home of Lizizi, the great doctor.