He removed his helmet and furrowed his hair—a characteristic gesture; then, still watching the woman, he jerked the reins and trotted toward the bungalow.
2
A native servant in a white cotton chuddah and turban switched on the light in the living-room as Trent entered.
"Has Manlove Sahib come in, Ganeesh?" asked the Englishman.
"No, Dakktar Sahib."
Trent placed his helmet upon the table and sank into a chair.
"I sha'n't want anything to eat, so you may as well go. If Manlove Sahib hasn't eaten, he can go to the barracks."
As the native quitted the room, Trent, at a sudden thought, called after him.
"Ganeesh," he said, as his servant reappeared, "has anyone been here this afternoon?"
"No, Dakktar Sahib."