Asthetroopercanteredoff，Kimcrawledroundtothebackofthehouse，where，goingonhisLahoreexperiences，hejudgedtherewouldbefood-
andinformation。Thekitchenwascrowdedwithexcitedscullions，oneofwhomkickedhim。
`Aie，’saidKim，feigningtears。`Icameonlytowashdishesinreturnforabellyful。’
`AllUmballaisonthesameerrand。Gethence。Theygoinnowwiththesoup。ThinkyouthatwewhoserveCreightonSahibneedstrangescullionstohelpusthroughabigdinner？’
`Itisaverybigdinner，’saidKim，lookingattheplates。