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speech; but he went in a special train and stayed two hours, most of
which was spent in lunching and being played to by brass bands.
"But, oddly enough, there was one thing which stirred him with an
interest that was not academic. I discovered it by accident one day
when I went into his study and found him struggling with a map of
Central Asia. Instead of the mild, benevolent smile with which he
usually greeted my interruptions, he looked positively furtive, and, I
could have sworn, tried to shuffle the map under some papers. Now it
happens that Central Asia is the part of the globe that I know better
than most men, and I could not help picking up the map and looking at
it. It was a wretched thing, and had got the Oxus two hundred miles
out of its course. I pointed this out to Tommy, and to my amazement he
became quite excited. 'Nonsense,' he said. 'You don't mean to say it
goes south of that desert. Why, I meant to--,' and then he stammered
and stopped. I wondered what on earth he had meant to do, but I merely
observed that I had been there, and knew. That brought Tommy out of
his chair in real excitement. 'What!' he cried, 'you! You never told
me,' and he started to fire off a round of questions, which showed that
if he knew very little about the place, he had it a good deal in his
mind."
I drew some sketch-plans for him, and left him brooding over them.
"That was the first hint I got. The second was a few nights later,
when we were smoking in the billiard-room. I had been reading Marco
Polo, and the talk got on to Persia and drifted all over the north side
of the Himalaya. Tommy, with an abstracted eye, talked of Alexander
and Timour and Genghis Khan, and particularly of Prester John, who was
a character and took his fancy. I had told him that the natives in the
Pamirs were true Persian stock, and this interested him greatly. 'Why
was there never a great state built up in those valleys?' he asked.
'You get nothing but a few wild conquerors rushing east and west, and
then some squalid khanates. And yet all the materials were there--the
stuff for a strong race, a rich land, the traditions of an old
civilisation, and natural barriers against all invasion.'
"'I suppose they never found the man,' I said.
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