45.  By the initiated the following entry will not be misunderstood: 

“It was an unlucky piece of folly that sent us in this direction halfway round the earth to a destination we could have reached in fifteen days....  On our way to Bombay where arrangements had been made to slip us quietly across the Peninsula and on to our permanent retreat, we were confronted with the information that people of my prisoner’s nationality were leaving Bombay by request,—­and hence our unheralded appearance might attract too much attention to be entirely satisfactory to the interests I was serving ...  How this information was conveyed to us I may jot down some later day....  But to make a note of it is sufficient for my purpose now ...  There are other wild beasts in these mountains besides panthers to account for the death of a man WHO KNOWS TOO MUCH.

“...  Were it not for a positive FEELING of dread that has followed me since I threw milk into that Hindu’s eyes, I should like to describe the many fascinating spots encountered in the embrace of a squalid and picturesque degeneracy....  I should linger with my brush over the opalescent lake and the sweet, calm repose of Seranagur with its purling river scouring the festooned landings and retiring abodes of tranquillity and ease,—­I should like to jot down the scenes of bathers at their twilight dips when both sexes mingle as innocent as our First Parents were of a bathing costume and as devoutly fervent in their ablutions as the fabled Peris of this Paradise themselves.  But there is a feeling in the air that some one is pursuing us and which cuts these memorandums short....”

46.  “For purposes of self-protection I shall no longer jot down exactly our location,” the next entry reads.  I note merely that we are somewhere in Little Thibet and that I have met the MAN IN YELLOW ROBES AND YELLOW TURBAN AT THE LOW WHITE MONASTERY as I was told to do in the Memorandum at Berlin....  And I approached him with the RIGHT FOOT first, my hands held in the appropriate position, until he asked me in excellent French:  ‘Whence come you?’ Then I made the proper sign and whispered the name of the room adjacent to another room which satisfied the Lama that I was the bearer of a MESSAGE to the Exalted Dalai-Lama as well as the principal Khutuktus of the EAST....  My little audience was much mystified, BUT the MAN IN YELLOW ROBES understood....  He began whirling a brass prayer wheel as he advanced toward my ‘prisoner’ and salaamed....  Then laying his right hand on the ‘prisoner’s’ shoulder the Lama said:  ’Your credentials, sahib, are correct,—­and it is well; as your misfortunes have been great, great will be the blessings that will fall upon thy family and thy name.  Thy piety hath been known to all my brethren, likewise thy toleration,—­although the INFIDEL hath been a thorn pressed evilly against thy side ... beware of that same infidel today!  He is plotting