But he did not turn in his chair to look.

For as he sat there it dawned upon him that the photograph was the very thing which he himself needed.

The scheme which had been growing in his mind all through this evening, which had begun to grow from the very moment when he had entered the tent, was now complete in every detail except one.

He wanted an excuse, a good excuse which should explain why he missed his boat, and here it was on the table in front of him.

Almost he had refused it! Now it seemed to him a Godsend.
"I'll take it," he cried, and Baram Singh silently appeared at the outer doorway of the tent.
"Huzoor," he said.