"What is it, you madman?"
"Drive me to Heerut."
"Heerut—are you really insane? Do you want to die?"
He smiled wistfully.
"Oh, Lord, no—I've jolly well got to live. But I'm going back to work."
"You can't—it's absurd—I won't be responsible."
"You wouldn't be responsible," he interrupted earnestly. "Listen—I've got to go—there are my poor beggars in quarantine—all sorts of things—believe me, it's urgent, it must be—if you don't help me, I shall walk or get some one else."
"You know that Ayeshi has gone—gone to Calcutta."
He averted his face.
"Yes—Compton told me."