“He was admitted suffering from sun-stroke. He died early yesterday morning,” said the Superintendent. “Is it true that he was half an hour bareheaded in the sun at midday?” “Yes,” said I, “but do you happen to know if he had anything upon him by any chance when he died?” “Not to my knowledge,” said the Superintendent. And there the matter rests. End of Project Gutenberg's The Man Who Would Be King, by Rudyard Kipling