"
"Let me just go and see what is the matter," I pleaded. "It may
be something urgent."
"No, no," my sister-in-law insisted. "Our Chota Rani was making
a heap of cakes last night. I'll send some to the Inspector, to
keep him quiet till you're ready." With this she pushed me into
my room and shut the door on me.
I had not the power to resist such tyranny--so rare is it in this
world. Let the Inspector while away the time eating cakes. What
if business is a bit neglected?
The police had been in great form these last few days arresting
now this one, now that. Each day some innocent person or other
would be brought along to enliven the assembly in my office-room.
One more such unfortunate, I supposed, must have been brought in
that day. But why should the Inspector alone be regaled with
cakes? That would not do at all. I thumped vigorously on the
door.
"If you are going mad, be quick and pour some water over your
head--that will keep you cool," said my sister-in-law from the
passage.
"Send down cakes for two," I shouted. "The person who has been
brought in as the thief probably deserves them better.
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