I suffered myself to be persuaded and went away to have lunch with the Commandant. During the meal I said what a pity it was I could not get some of those arrows and spear-heads out of the inclosure. He seemed surprised and asked:
"What is there to prevent you?"
"Why, the natives would make a row."
"They? Why they wouldn't care if you carted the whole lot out."
I thought I had been hearing rather contradictory evidence, so I told him about my interview with the Christian negro who had hindered me from committing sacrilege. He listened with great attention, and finally asked:
"Was this man tall?"
"Yes."
"Was he fat?"
"Yes."
"Was he very ugly?"
"Yes."
"Had he got a strawberry . . .? No, I don't mean that. Had he lost some of his front teeth?"
"Yes."
Then the Commandant heaved a sigh of relief, and sent for a sergeant of police. When that myrmidon arrived he told him that he thought that
