This was no doubt true.
"Have you another mark like that on your right arm—just here?"
The doctor placed his finger on the sleeve of the man's dress.
"Yes. But bigger mark that one. How you know that, Sahib?" He pulled up his sleeve and exhibited a scar the size of half-a-crown.
"And another here—on your hip—and another here, on your ribs?"
"Yes. All them marks got, sir. How you know that, Sahib?"
The doctor was quite satisfied that Black and Blue was no other than his little patient of former years, and consequently the heir to the Earldom of Millflower. Could it be possible, he thought, that Captain Gay eventually abandoned his black wife and child! If not, how came it that the boy (now a man of two or three and twenty) should be a miserable pedler, living in the Bazaar at Delhi? When Black and Blue had sold all that the young officers wanted to buy—when no amount of coaxing and flattering would induce them to take anything more—he was about to take his departure; but the doctor desired him to stay, and intimated to his son that he wished to have some conversation in private with Black and Blue.
"Where is your father?" the doctor asked.
"He dead, Sahib."