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I... am not ill.

I am not ill.

Thou art not ill.

Thou art not ill.

He, she or it...

...are not ill.

He, she or it are not ill.

We... are not ill.

We are not ill.

You... are... not... ill.

You are not ill.

They are all well.

They are all well.

Therefore...

I say!

How nice, how very nice!

You never told me about the third stripe.

It's very recent.

All the same, Sergeant.

Jolly good!

Would you like a bacon sandwich?

A cold bacon sandwich?

I got them in Ranpur last night.

At the station restaurant.

Did you, now?

Then you ought to have a crown, as well.

When was all this?

After we'd had dinner.

While you were with the men.

It's a surprise breakfast.

Have a hard-boiled egg first?

That, too?

No, I'll have a sandwich first.

They taste better on a train.

Something to do with the soot and smoke.

I've been taking a breather.

First scent of the hills.

In the old days, we used to stop here,

get up a head of steam.

Two hours to Pankot, if she sticks to the timetable.

Tea all right, Daddy?

Dark and sweet.

Remember our morning rides together?

Must do that again soon.

I'm afraid I'm rather out of practice.

All the more reason.

I haven't thanked you yet for all you've done

for me while I've been away.

Aunt Fenny told me what a brick you've been.

It wasn't anything.

Such a help to your mother and Susan.

And coming to Bombay to meet me as well.

Oh, I enjoyed that.

It took rather longer than I expected.

Waiting until the last few men were fit to travel.

Pity the chaps from prison camp couldn't have gone together.

They'll be so excited to see the hills.

Yes.

Look!

You can see the men in the other coaches!

They're waving!

Yes, there are the men.

Kevin, how are you?

Not so bad, sir.

Good journey, have you?

Thanks, Captain Coley.

Done everything you asked.

Trucks for the men, staff car for you.

Your driver is here.

I hope no one was disappointed, not to turn out the band.

I think quite understood, no sort of fuss.

I'll see the men get away first.

We've got a few invalids.

Then your driver can take us home.

I think everything's laid on in the yard.

Don't suppose you've heard the latest, have you?

Americans seemed to have dropped some new kind of bomb

on a place called Hiroshima.

That's a view I remember.

Funny.

Everything seems closer together.

Perhaps Pankot's shrunk.

Like your feet.

What?

You said the shoes I bought you felt too big.

Oh, yes.

If you don't mind, I think I'll walk the rest.

I'd prefer that.

Yes, of course.

All right?

Give me a little time to cope.

Say, five minutes.

Of course.

Still smells the same, though.

Wood smoke.

Hello, Martha.

Look who's here!

It's Daddy!

Good boy!

Well, better get back.

What is that village?

We turned here yesterday, as well.

Muddarabad.

Havildar Muzzafir Khan's village.

His wife is there.

What can I tell her?

That her husband is accused of betraying his regiment,

of treason to the King Emperor?

How can I...?

Unless I've seen the man myself.

I got in touch with Delhi.

And Ronald Merrick?

No go, still.

Perhaps I'll raise it with Pat Trehearne tonight.

We're dining there, you know.

The Trehearnes?

Have they still got those dreadful dogs?

Not those dogs, other ones.

There we are, Sarah.

Thank you.

Borrow a peg, John?

Sorry about the dogs.

Thought we'd rather have their noise

than their company this evening.

There we are.

How pretty Susan looks.

We invited young Mr. Drew because Kevin Coley

couldn't manage it.

It seems he's in bed with a temperature.

Actually, we're rather worried about Kevin.

Are you?

He suddenly seems restless.

After years of resisting all attempts to move him on,

he appears to think something should be done about him.

Well, I must say, John looks wonderfully well.

Yes, he is.

Excuse me.

Of course.

Young Mr Drew is thinking of applying

for a regular commission

so we think he deserves encouragement.

Did you know?

Miss Batchelor is dead.

Did you?

Major Smalley mentioned it to me.

This morning at the daftar.

Lucy Smalley told me at the library.

I suppose she heard it from the Peplows.

I imagine one can take it as more or less true.

In any case, the mission solicitors

will soon be on to ours.

What about?

The wretched annuity.

The money Mabel tried to leave to Miss Batchelor in her will.

Thank God I told our people to drag their feet.

Thank God she went off her head when she did.

I never quite understood about annuities.

Poor Miss Batchelor.

I sometimes think she had a sad life.

You wouldn't if you had to cope with her.

Making all that macabre fuss about

where Mabel should be buried.

With Susan in labor, too.

And Sarah was down in Calcutta

visiting that man Merrick in hospital.

I had to handle everything.

And of course John's told me.

He never heard Mabel say a single word

about where she wanted to be put.

If I were you, Maisie,

I'd ask Patrick to let those hounds loose.

It's worrying John.

Oh, yes, of course.

Don't you do much riding, then?

Oh, what a beastly shame.

Hello?

Sarah?

Oh, hello, Nigel.

Sarah, is it convenient to ring?

I... I got your letter, I've done what you asked.

I spoke to Reverend Mother on the telephone,

but the line was bad.

She said something about a parcel.

Yes, there was.

I've got it here.

Apparently it's something Miss Batchelor wanted you to have.

I am sorry, Nigel.

Is all this a frightful nuisance?

No, no, not at all.

I'm to come up to Pankot as it happens

on official business so I'll bring it with me.

How's everything with you?

How was Bombay?

Bit sticky.

The weather, mostly.

And your father?

Difficult at first.

Much better now.

I went to a very strange party

and met somebody I think you know.

Or knew.

Who was that?

Someone called Perron.

He's a sergeant.

Do you mean Guy Perron?

Do you remember him?

Very well.

I was told to cane him once... at school.

Apparently Merrick wants your friend Perron to work for him.

I got the impression he wasn't very keen.

Who was that?

Nigel Rowan.

He's coming up to Pankot.

Tonight.

This is a young man Sarah met in Ranpur.

He's one of the governor's aides.

He went to Chillingborough, apparently.

Really? You mean Perron?

No, Rowan.

Not your eccentric sergeant.

What did he ring about?

Just something I asked him to do.

He won't go to sleep.

He won't go to sleep until he's said goodnight to Grandpa.

Goodnight, old chap.

Shall I pour myself a drink?

Or have I held things up too long already?

We couldn't have gone in before.

Sarah's been on the phone.

Did you mention your eccentric sergeant?

To Nigel Rowan?

Mr. Perron?

Yes.

Did he remember him?

Yes, very well.

Not an impostor, then?

In spite of being a sergeant.

No, Mother, not an impostor.

Hello, Nigel, come in.

Take a drink for yourself.

Oh, thank you, sir.

I'll have a whisky and splash, if you'd be so kind.

Did young Thackeray mention what all this was about?

Only that I'm to deliver a letter in Pankot, sir.

Developments in New Delhi?

Confirmation of assumptions.

War virtually over, so, elections.

When, sir?

Well, when do we ever do anything in this country?

In the cold weather.

I suppose that's soon enough.

And elections are what everybody seems to want.

Quite.

Jinnah wants them.

Nehru wants them.

That's the only objective that Congress

and the Muslim League still have in common.

And the Viceroy, sir?

Oh, yes, Wavell wants them.

Pull up a pew.

Cheers.

Cheers, sir.

And a united India to follow.

Hindu and Muslim.

The trouble is, while the Congress leaders have been

in prison, the Muslim League have gone

from strength to strength,

dividing the country.

So...

The man I want to talk to to heal that breach

is one of the few Muslims still loyal to Congress,

ex-Chief Minister in Ranpur.

Mohammed Ali Kasim.

Hm.

I thought he'd gone to ground, sir.

The newspapers have been searching for him everywhere.

But he's in Pankot.

And your friend Gopal knows where to find him.

You'll travel on my special coach

so you'll have every comfort.

Are you packed?

Sir.

They're rooting out Gopal now.

Oh, by the way, I'm losing you.

What, sir?

They're taking you back into the Political Department.

You'll get your instructions in about a week's time.

I knew you'd be pleased.

Well... I shan't mind a few days in Pankot first, sir.

What's Gopal's role, exactly?

A go-between.

He and Kasim always got on well.

I take it I don't hand the letter to anyone but MAK?

No-- you'd better wear mufti, incidentally.

Let's say I won't expect you back here until a week today.

Get some hill air into your lungs.

By then your posting should have come through.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you for all you've done.

It's been a very happy experience.

I hope everything pans out.

Today's been one of those days when one can't quite believe it.

It's a real horror, I'm told.

What, sir?

Hiroshima.

Absolutely and inconceivably bloody awful.

Unexpectedly so?

We shan't have the answer for quite a long while.

Someone said 20 years.

Well, that's food for thought,

isn't it?

One more thing.

There's a girl in Pankot, young Thackeray assured me,

which would make a few days up there

quite an attractive proposition for you.

Miss Layton.

Yes, sir.

Have you heard from her recently?

Actually, we were on the phone this evening.

Anything to do with the havildar of her father's regiment

who went over to the enemy in Germany?

No, sir.

Oh.

Had a letter from her father.

Did she refer at all to our friend Merrick?

Only in passing.

He was in Bombay when she was.

Is he sufficiently well in with the family

to help Colonel Layton have an interview with the man?

Probably, if he wants to.

Well, that's what's Colonel Layton's seeking,

but it seems that Merrick won't play.

How much have you told Miss Layton

about our view of Merrick?

Nothing specific, sir.

Did you tell her you knew Kumar?

Only at school.

It came up because her father went to Chillingborough.

But she was interested in Kumar?

In quite an impersonal way, I think.

As part of the price of our relations with India.

Whether or not he was guilty.

But believing him not guilty

makes the charge against us heavier.

In her view.

She sounds an unusually thoughtful person.

Yes, I think she is.

Did you tell her he was free?

No, sir.

So she doesn't know you keep an eye?

No.

What will you do when you leave Ranpur?

Leave everything to Gopal?

I shall have to.

Kumar doesn't need much attention

for coaching a few students at a few rupees a time.

Good.

Well... I hope we did the right thing.

I think so, sir.

I take it the object of my trip

is to get Mr. Kasim to a meeting?

Yes, you've a free hand.

There's the question of his eldest son, of course,

the INA defector.

Sayed?

I can arrange a meeting if he wants one,

but nothing else on that front until the trial, of course.

Of course, sir.

Your train's the 11:35.

Is everything okay?

I hope so.

I never knew there was

a special government house coach until tonight.

There used to be several.

What, just for the Governor?

Governor, staff, secretaries, files.

The government used to move to Pankot en masse

in the hot weather.

If you don't mind me saying so, I think that's

bloody ridiculous nowadays.

And there's really just the two of you tonight?

That's right.

Then you could help me out, maybe.

Now I know this is sacred territory,

but I've a GHQ priority just come in on the Delhi train.

And according to my calculations,

after you and the Indian gentleman are settled in,

there's a couple of coupes going spare.

What rank is your GHQ priority?

Lieutenant Colonel.

See for yourself.

That's not senior enough for a possible exception,

but I'll ask Mr. Gopal if he has any objections

and then see how we stand.

Right.

Oh, my God.

An interesting situation has arisen.

Are we to travel in an ordinary compartment?

No, no, no, they're all full.

The RTO wants us to take in some of the overflow.

This sounds to me like a confusion.

Why do you call it interesting?

The overflow happens to be Merrick.

Merrick?

Ex-Superintendent of Police, now Major?

Major no longer, apparently.

Lieutenant Colonel.

Would you object?

Is it open to me?

Youare His Excellency's chief emissary.

It is for you to say.

It could be useful.

Aren't you in the least curious to see him?

Not in the least curious, Nigel.

Please don't bother about me.

I have my own bedding.

They can make up my bunk in one of the old coupes.

Obviously you feel strongly about it.

I'd better tell the RTO it's no go.

And obviously you want him.

Colonel Merrick?

My name is Rowan.

I think we have a mutual friend in Sarah Layton.

I already know your sergeant.

How are you, Guy?

Fine thanks, Nigel.

Chillingborough, of course.

Yes.

I think we'd better get things sorted out

so we can get the luggage up.

There's a spare coupe with its own bath cubicle

and a single berther.

I'd be perfectly content with either but I do have

a certain handicap.

The coupe would suit me very well if it's not really wanted.

Then I could have my servant in with me.

In any case, it's very civil of you.

Is this your servant?

This is Suleiman.

There isn't much luggage.

We came fairly light.

What have you got, Guy?

Just these.

We'll put you in the single berther, then.

Let's go.

Which would you like, Guy?

This one, with the head of the bed arranged

away from the engine?

Or the one next door which faces towards?

Have you nothing in between?

I'm afraid not.

Then I'll make do with this.

Huh!

This coach is something of an anachronism.

You could say that.

It fits.

Fits what?

The general hallucinatory atmosphere I currently exist in.

Thank you.

Guard your property with your life, the Red Shadow's at large.

Did you ever see anything quite so camp?

Camp?

Suleiman.

Never mind.

Well, Sandhurst, wasn't it?

And now this.

ADC to HE in Ranpur.

Well, here's to the successful conclusion of Operation Bunbury,

which, unlike camp, I hope you understand.

Well, Aunt Charlotte will have had my telegram by now.

What should we allow?

A month?

Can I hold out even for a month?

What do they do to sergeants who murder their officers?

Hang them, I think.

Very degrading.

Aunt Charlotte would prefer a firing squad.

I don't suppose you've the slightest idea

what I'm driveling about, have you?

Some of the details are obscure,

but oddly enough, I get the general drift.

You're looking to your Aunt Charlotte

to rescue you from further service with Colonel Merrick.

Very good.

Fortunately she has several friends

in what are called "high places."

I have the utmost confidence in Aunt Charlotte's ability

to arrange a priority demobilization.

Especially if she works with a certain professor

of modern history who's eagerly awaiting my return.

Bunbury was our prearranged signal.

Long before I heard of Major Merrick.

Beg his pardon, Colonel.

But it's difficult to keep up.

He was a major when I met him in Bombay on Sunday

and a lieutenant colonel when I reported to him

in Delhi on Thursday.

I entertain the illusion that it's dangerous

to be parted from him by more than a day.

I go to sleep every night terrified that in the morning,

he'll be a full colonel or even a brigadier.

I take it you're not enamored.

Why, particularly?

"I do not like thee, Dr. Fell, the reason why, I cannot tell."

On the other hand, I've been working out why.

You see, Merrick's the man who doesn't fit.

Even that arm, you know, is an invention.

What takes him to Pankot?

The case of one Havildar Karim Muzzafir Khan.

I think I know a bit about that.

Do you?

You were always insufferably well informed.

Is Merrick arranging an interview

for Miss Layton's father?

No, we're going up to take statements

from the Havildar's former NCOs.

No chance of Colonel Layton being allowed to see him?

None at all.

What's so special about Colonel Layton?

What's so special about Havildar Muzzafir Khan?

That Delhi sends a half-colonel all the way to Pankot

just to take statements.

That's easy.

The havildar is special because Merrick chose him.

You mean, as an example?

It's part of the technique of the self-invented man.

Merrick looks round, his eye lights on something,

he says, "Right, I want him."

Why else do you think I'm here?

I'm a chosen one.

I expect "Coomer" was.

"Coomer"?

Kumar.

Don't tell me you don't remember him.

Miss Layton certainly did.

Did you know that our friend Kumar put cricket behind him

and went in for rape?

And that our friend Merrick caught him at it?

Did he tell you that?

Has he got it wrong?

There are two schools of thought.

But only one school.

Chillingborough.

Thank you.

Or so Merrick thinks.

He's too middle class to realize that the show's over

and that nobody in the class he aspires to

cares a damn anymore about The Empire

and all that "God the father, God the Raj".

Poor Kumar.

Never stood a chance.

An English public school education manner

and black as your hat.

No real white men left anymore.

When he does come across any, he despises them.

Colonel Layton, for instance.

He despises Colonel Layton?

Why?

White man gone soft.

Layton has everything Merrick covets,

but hasn't the guts to live up to it.

Tears of sorrow rather than lash of anger.

Too many bloody tears altogether.

And God help us tomorrow.

Whose tears?

And why God help us tomorrow?

He hanged himself.

Who? Colonel Layton?

No!

The havildar hanged himself.

Havildar Karim Muzzafir Khan.

When?

Sometime on Sunday morning before daylight,

which is why there's no chance of Colonel Layton being allowed

to talk to him.

Sergeant!

Come over to D block, will you?

There's been an interesting development.

There's no poor, weary, shagged-out,

shamed and insulted havildar to talk to.

Shamed and insulted by whom?

Merrick, of course.

Havildar Karim Muzzafir Khan.

Not a very prepossessing-looking sort of a chap,

was he, Sergeant?

So, the real reason for the journey

is to report the deaths to Colonel Layton?

No!

The real reason is to sustain the role.

Friend of the family.

Nothing brash, of course.

Just a persistent air of quiet competence and authority.

He's chosen the Laytons, too, but don't worry.

Worry about what?

His choosing the Laytons.

Not any one Layton in particular.

At least I shouldn't think so.

So don't worry.

Or am I wrong?

I rather thought Sarah Layton referred to you

with what I'd call... respect and admiration.

Mutual?

Yes.

Pity.

I mean, for me.

Given half the opportunity, making a pass at Sarah Layton

was the one thing that made the prospect of Pankot bearable.

Yes, well, I'd better behave.

We ought to arrange an evening, if we can.

You can reach me by ringing 200.

The Governor's hill palace?

No, it's the guest house attached

to what used to be the summer residence.

Used to be?

Has the weather deteriorated?

I mean it's not used, and shut up.

Sleep well.

Thanks for the bed, Nige.

Not at all.

Where's the NCO's mess?

Thank you.

Ooh!

Hold onto your knickers, nurses,

look what's dropped out of the trees!

Can we help you, Sergeant?

I'm sorry to barge in.

I've just arrived from Delhi.

I was told I could get a billet here at the hospital annex.

Yeah, that's right. We got the message.

Sergeant Perron, isn't it?

My name's Potter.

We've got a small, cushy set-up here.

Corporals and sergeants all in.

Would you like to get some breakfast

or do you want to get your head down?

Breakfast first, I think.

Take a pew.

Thank you.

That's right.

You can park it here, dearie.

Me Tarzan, you Jane!

I shan't introduce the rest.

They're all clean-living boys.

Don't pay any attention, Sarge.

Just call him Sophie or Miss Dixon.

We all get the same.

Or Mum.

Mum's what I prefer.

Mum's the word, then.

Oh, look, a copper.

You'd never know, now would you?

Butter wouldn't melt.

All la-di-dah talk since they started sending 'em to college.

Been here before?

No.

It's the old Travellers' Bungalow.

Derelict now.

Look, there's someone there.

On the veranda.

So there is.

Good Lord.

Isn't that Mali's boy?

Fariqua, yes.

What's the young scamp doing here?

Fariqua!

Oh, we're in luck.

Free scoff!

What a surprise.

Picnic breakfast in return for yours on the train.

These won't be a patch on yours.

Bacon sandwiches need to mature a bit, don't they?

I'm afraid these were only put down an hour ago.

All the same, smell's not bad.

It's a wonderful surprise!

The boys did well.

Do you know about our supernumerary?

Fariqua's friend?

Is he supernumerary?

We'll, he's attached himself to our strength.

I've seen him round the servant quarters

a couple of times.

This morning I found Fariqua and him sleeping in the goat shed.

A Hindu and a Muslim boy curled up together.

Hasn't he a home?

Probably several... or none.

Trouble is, once you take notice of a boy like that,

you're a fair way to having to pay for him.

Mali doesn't need two boys to help him, does he?

Well, not so much now.

The tennis court needs some keeping up.

Yes, I expect it does.

When are you and Susan going to get up a foursome

with some young fellows?

Shouldn't be difficult.

Anyone in particular?

This young ADC, for example.

Nigel Rowan.

He's usually in Ranpur.

Forget tennis.

Any young fellow in particular?

From your point of view, that I don't know about?

No, there's no one in particular, Daddy.

Hmm...

What about Ronald Merrick?

Ronald Merrick?

I ask because I was given to understand

you might have some regard for him.

Who gave you to understand?

Your Aunt Fenny in Bombay.

I can't imagine why.

Aunt Fenny?

She's seen us together often enough to know,

so have you, Daddy,

I don't like him.

It must show.

No, I didn't really think you did.

But I wouldn't hold out as an expert against Fenny

and your mother.

Mother?

Does she think I have some regard for him?

She thought it was possible and I wanted to be sure.

Can I be sure?

Absolutely.

Why don't you like him?

I can't explain easily.

I know.

Well, sounds stuffy now, but I know.

He's not quite our class.

Doesn't sound stuffy at all.

It's true.

Class has always been important to us.

Why should it suddenly stop?

He has a lot of admirable qualities.

Like what?

Like physical courage-- moral, too, I dare say.

I prefer a bit of moral cowardice.

Oh?

Or whatever it is that makes you admit

there can be two sides to a question.

Other points of view as well as your own.

Moral courage is often the excuse people make

for having rigid minds.

Yes, I suppose it can be.

I grant, in Ronald's case, a certain inflexibility.

You often find it in men who've had to fight their way up.

He lost his parents very young, too.

You've obviously learnt a lot.

More than any of us.

Only what he's told me.

Yes, but why did he tell you?

That's what I wonder.

You've no idea?

None.

Oh, I'm sorry you don't like him

but at least it makes this easier.

He told me because he wants to marry Susan.

Susan?

Fenny and your mother were surprised, too.

They thought his interest was in you.

She's not fit to marry anyone, let alone Ronald Merrick!

Well, the psychiatrist apparently thinks she is.

Samuels? Who told you that?

Ronald.

He saw the fellow a few weeks ago when

he was visiting the hospital for tests and things.

With Susan's approval?No.

He saw him before he spoke to Susan.

He wanted to know what effect a proposal might have on her.

What a bloody nerve!

I thought it rather sensible.Of course you did.

You thought exactly what he planned you should think.

Hope Captain Samuels gave him bloody short shrift!

I don't think so.

With Ronald's disability it seemed logical.

Beautifully logical.

Absolutely square and above board!

He's very good with young Edward, too, better than I.

Better than Susan, better than any of us,

but he wouldn't be marrying Edward, he'd be marrying Susan!

How good would he be with her?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Especially as your Aunt Fenny told me

that if it hadn't been for you,

Susan would've had a complete breakdown.

She had a complete breakdown, Daddy!

I mean might've been put somewhere.

She was put somewhere!

In a room with barred windows.

They thought she might hurt herself.

The baby...

Hasn't Mother told you?

Well, I suppose I've been told what it's thought I can take in.

Fair enough.

It's Susan who decided.

Has she?

You've actually discussed it with her?

Yes.

She seemed to have thought it out.

All in all, I was rather impressed by what she said.

Oh, I am sorry.

It was such a lovely breakfast.

I've spoiled it.

No.

There's something I think you should know about me.

Something that might explain why Mother and Aunt Fenny

hoped it was me that Ronald wanted to marry.

No.

Nothing to explain.

Nothing to tell me.

Better eat up.

Drink up, too.

Yes, Daddy.

Quite sure you were not followed?

I left my rickshaw at the end of the road.

Mr. Kasim will see you in here.

M.A.K., here is Captain Rowan.

How do you do, sir?

I am well.

Please, be seated.

Thank you.

How is my old friend Sir George?

He sends his regards and I've brought a letter

he wants you to study.

We should have some coffee, I think.

I will speak to Nitla.

Thank you.

H.E. is concerned about the arrangements

for possible elections.

The position you take will be important

in reducing the risk of political conflict

between Muslim and Hindu opinion,

even of communal violence.

Governor-ji is wanting to arrange a meeting?

The last time we met was in '42.

Unfortunately he made me a proposition I had to refuse.

I was on my way to Premanagar, you understand?

To begin my imprisonment.

I'm afraid I can't guarantee

transport in the morning, Sergeant.

No, sir, of course not.

The adjutant says he can produce two of the men

we want to interview by 10:30 so if nothing's

come to pick you up by 09:30

you'd better get a rickshaw down to the depot.

Or scrounge some transport from the NCOs here.

Very good, sir.

Are you comfortably situated here, by the way?

Very, sir.

I spoke to one of the Medical Officers

who helps me from time to time with this arm

and he said his NCOs had a spare billet or two.

I thought you'd find it more congenial

than any of the alternatives.

That was very thoughtful of you, sir.

Oh, do you expect to see your friend, Captain Rowan, again

while he's in Pankot?

I've made no actual arrangement, no, sir.

Hmm... might be useful for us to know just what he's up to.

Tomorrow should be very interesting, as well.

Good night, Sergeant.

Hello then.

Can I buy someone a drink?

Anyone?

I'm sorry, Sarge, it's not strictly allowed.

What isn't?

Treating to drinks.

Why not? You bought me a beer at lunch.

Well, I could sign a chit for it, see.

Why can't I sign a chit for it?

Well, you can for yourself, but not for treating.

I'm sorry, Sarge, it's a rule.

I see.

I'll have a beer, then.

Anyone notice a smell in here?

Somebody broken wind or is it the drains?

Come to think of it, I might've smelt it before.

Makes me feel quite queer.

Especially after the day I've had.

Guess who I saw outside with Count Dracula?

Miss Khyber Pass of 1935.

Jumping about like two-year-olds, they were,

in and out of Jeeps.

They'll do themselves an injury if they don't watch out.

And with Golden Boy and all!

Come on, Sophie.

There's not a bad Chinese restaurant in the bazaar.

We sometimes go there of an evening.

Actually, I'm not awfully keen on Chinese food.

Oh, Christ, hark at her!

So when did all this happen?

Your sister and Ronald Merrick.

I wish I knew.

She's never said anything to me, not the slightest hint.

I've not talked to Susan about it yet, but Father has.

And apparently Ronald's talked to him.

Does your father approve?

Let's say he doesn't know Ronald well enough not to.

The drawback is consent's not actually needed.

No, of course.

So you have the impression it may be more or less fixed?

If it is, I want to unfix it.

I hoped you might help me.

I traveled up on the train with him, as it happens.

With Ronald?

Quite by chance.

He's a half-colonel now.

He had Guy Perron in tow as well.

Poor Mr. Perron.

So he's fixed everything.

I know it's a lot to ask, but if there's anything

you can do, I would be very grateful.

One's instinct isn't much to go on if it comes to interfering.

Is it only instinct, Nigel?

From the point of view of the family,

I'd be concerned about the possibility--

just the possibility--

of his name cropping up in any future political fuss

about officers suspected of exceeding their duty in '42.

I've told Father about the persecution.

I think it just makes him feel sorry for the man.

And naturally, Ronald's being very frank.

It's part of his technique.

What I meant was, being able to tell Father

something that I don't know, but which you might.

Something in a confidential file, for instance?

I may be wrong, but whenever we've talked about Ronald,

I've had the feeling that you knew much more than you'd expect

for a man who'd never met him.

So, a file?

I should think all a file would tell you about Colonel Merrick

is that he left the comparative safety of the police

for active service in the Army, and was decorated with the DSO.

Since when there's been a history of rapid promotion,

no doubt well deserved.

In which case there'd be nothing much to fear

from a political fuss later

if the files show him to be such a paragon.

I'm sorry, Nigel.

I shouldn't try to involve you.

It's not your problem.

But I want you to know, I do understand.

Your concern, I mean.

Yes.

And I am grateful for it.

Did you bring the parcel from Reverend Mother?

Barbie's things?

Yes, yes, of course.

It's here.

It wasn't either bulky or heavy.

Do you want to cut the string?

Oh, I always untie knots.

Girl Guide economy.

Unless they're difficult.

There's something else I have to tell you.

I heard it from Guy Perron on the train.

The havildar from your father's regiment

that Merrick was questioning...

I'm afraid he's dead.

He hanged himself.

On Sunday, apparently.

I believe Merrick intends to visit your parents this evening

and tell your father.

He's probably there now.

Yes, I expect he is.

Poor havildar.

Poor Daddy.

"To Colonel Layton's daughter, to the girl who visits me.

To Gillian Waller, from a friend."

What is it?

Some lace Auntie Mabel gave her.

Poor Barbie, too.

Look, do you see?

They're butterflies caught in a web.