'Where?
Do you know ?' 'Yes; at Boruwimi.' Mallinson started.

Fielding glanced at him involuntarily, and their looks crossed.
'A strange story, you said.

Suppose you tell it me.

It will while away some of my time.' Fielding lit a cigarette and related the story.

At the end of it Mallinson lay back on the pillows, staring at the ceiling.