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to the reverberating bass rumble of a great noc- 

 turnal frog. 



In the moonlight the road lay white, though 

 I knew in the warm sun it was a rich, foxy- 

 red. It vanished beyond some huts, and I won- 

 dered whither it went and remembered that to- 

 morrow I should learn for certain. Then a 

 ghostly goatsucker called eerily, "Who-are- 

 you? " and the next sound for me was the 

 summons to early coffee. 



During the morning the missing orderly ar- 

 rived, and with him the wig and gown and 

 the ham. And now the matter of Ram Narine 

 became pressing, and my friends Lawyer and 

 Judge became less human and increasingly 

 legal. I attended court and was accorded the 

 honor of a chair between a bewigged official 

 and the Inspector of Police, the latter resplen- 

 dent in starched duck, gold lace, spiked helmet, 

 and sword. Being a mere scientist and wholly 

 ignorant of legal matters, I am quite like my 

 fellow human beings and associate fear with 

 my ignorance. So under the curious eyes of the 

 black and Indian witnesses and other attendants, 

 I had all the weaving little spinal thrills which 

 one must experience on being, or being about to 



