Thorndyke with a supercilious grin and then turned away its head.
"Your charge is not as young as he used to be," Thorndyke observed to the man who was leading the animal.
"No, sir, he isn't; he's getting old, and that's the fact. He shows it too."
"I suppose," said Thorndyke, strolling towards the house by the man's side, "these beasts require a deal of attention?"
"You're right, sir; and nasty-tempered brutes they are."
"So I have heard; but they are interesting creatures, the camels and lamas. Do you happen to know if complete sets of photographs of them are to be had here?"
"You can get a good many at the lodge, sir," the man replied, "but not all, I think. If you want a complete set, there's one of our men in the camel-house that could let you have them; he takes the photos himself, and very clever he is at it, too. But he isn't here just now."
"Perhaps you could give me his name so that I could write to him," said Thorndyke.
"Yes, sir. His name is Woodthorpe—Joseph Woodthorpe. He'll do anything for you to order. Thank you, sir; good-afternoon, sir;" and pocketing an unexpected tip, the man led his charge towards its lair.
