to go, and as an after-thought said: 'Who is that angry-faced Sahib who lost the cheroot-case?'
'Oh, he is only Creighton Sahib—a very foolish Sahib, who is a Colonel Sahib without a regiment.'
'What is his business?'
'God knows. He is always buying horses which he cannot ride, and asking questions about the works of God—such as plants and stones and the customs of people. The dealers say that he is the father of fools, because he is so easily cheated about a horse. Mahbub Ali says he is madder than all other Sahibs.'
'Oh!' said Kim, and departed. His training had given him some small knowledge of character, and he argued promptly that if Colonel Creighton was a fool, he was so for a purpose. Fools are not given information that leads to calling out eight thousand men besides guns. The Commander-in-Chief of all India does not talk, as Kim had heard him talk, to fools. Nor, and this to Kim was conclusive, would Mahbub Ali's tone have changed, as it did every time he mentioned the Colonel's name, if the Colonel had been a fool. Consequently—and this set Kim to skipping—there was a mystery somewhere, and Mahbub Ali evidently spied for the Colonel much as Kim had spied for Mahbub. And, like the horse-dealer, the Colonel evidently respected people who did not show themselves to be too clever.
He rejoiced that he had not betrayed his knowledge of the Colonel's house; and when, on his return to barracks, he discovered that no cheroot-case had been left behind, he beamed with delight. Here was a man after his own heart—a tortuous and indirect person playing a hidden game. Well, if he could be a fool, so could Kim.
He showed nothing of what was in his mind when Father Victor,
