...), and rode over to cantonments to find another friend of mine, who was an Irish soldier and a great friend of the dog’s master. I explained the whole... ...eling. The pits of gloom about us begin to fill with very faintly luminous films—wreathing and uneasy shapes. One forms itself into a globe of pale fl... ... * “That’s all very well,” said the Inspector, when he had taken Abdul’s dramatically dying depositions on the steamer, “but you can’t hammer a nati...