"You mean you've sent that Sikh to get the shirt of Yussuf Dakmar ?" Grim nodded.
"That was my job," Jeremy objected.
"Whoa, hoss, yourself, Jeremy!" Grim answered.

"You'd have gone down into the bazaar like a bull into a china-shop.

Narayan Singh knows where to find him.

If he shows fight, he'll be simply handed over to the Sikh patrol for attacking a man in uniform, and by the time he reaches the lock-up that letter will be here on the table between us." "All the same, that's a lark you've done me out of," Jeremy insisted.
"That Yussuf Dakmar's a stinker.

I know all about him.