"How should I know?" snorted Ranjoor Singh. "Are we to turn aside for every fat babu that asks to speak to us? I have sent for horses." "I will speak with that man!" said the German. He began to walk up and down the length of the long room, pushing aside the cushions irritably, and at one end knocking over a great bowl of flowers. He did not appear conscious of his clumsiness, and did not seem to see the maids who ran to mop up the water. At the next turn down the room he pushed between them as if they had not been there. Ranjoor Singh stood watching him, stroking a black beard reflectively; he was perfectly sure that Yasmini would make the next move, and was willing to wait for it. "The horses should be here in a few minutes," he said hopefully, after a while, for he heard a door open. Then babu Sita Ram burst in, half running, and holding his great stomach as he always did when in a hurry. "Oh, my God!" he wailed. "Quick! Where is German gentleman? And not knowing German, how shall I make meaning clear? German should be reckoned among dead languages and--Ah! My God, sir, you astonish me! Resemblance to Mohammedan of no particular standing in community is first class! How shall I--" "Say it in English!" said the German, blocking his way. "My God, sahib, it is bad news! How shall I avoid customaree stigma attaching to bearer of ill tidings?" "Speak!" said the German. "I won't hurt you!" "Sahib, in pursuit unavailingly of chance emolument in neighborhood of Chandni Chowk just recently--" "How recently?" the German asked. "Oh, my God! So recently that there are yet erections of cuticle all down my back! Sahib, not more than twenty minutes have elapsed, and I saw this with my own eyes!" "Saw what--where?" "Where? Have I not said where? My God, I am so upset as to be losing sense of all proportion! Where? At German place of business--Sigelman and Meyer--in small street leading out of Chandni Chowk. In search of chance emolument, and finding none yet--finding none yet, sahib--sahib, I am poor man, having wife and familee dependent and also many other disabilitees, including wife's relatives." The German gave him some paper money impatiently. The babu unfolded it, eyed the denomination with a spasm of relief, folded it again, and appeared to stow it into his capacious stomach. "Sahib, while I was watching, police came up at double-quick march and arrested everybodee, including all Germans in building. There was much annoyance manifested when search did not reveal presence of one other sahib. So I ran to give warning, being veree poor man and without salaried employment." "What happened to the Germans?" "Jail, sahib! All have gone to jail! By this time they are all excommunication, supplied with food and water by authorities. Having once been jail official myself, I can testify--" "What happened to the office?"