"Surely, sahib. Shall I go now and get that other one—that
Omar Mahmoud?"
"No need," said Grim. "They rounded him up five minutes after he had found Noureddin."
"Then have I done all that was required of me?"
"No, Narayan Singh. You haven't shaken hands with me yet."
"Thank you, Jimgrim."
The match went out. I struck a third one. Grim turned to me.
"Hungry?"
"Sleepy."
"Oh, to hell with sleep! Let's bring old Scharnhoff into the other room, dig out some eats and drinks, and get a story from him. All right, Narayan Singh; there'll be a guard here in ten minutes to take charge of that body. After that, dismiss. I'll report you to Colonel Goodenough for being a damned good soldier."
"My colonel sahib knew that years ago," the great Sikh answered quietly.