“The chap it got it off was Sir Mohini Padishah, a tremendous swell, a Piccadilly swell you might say up to the neck of him, and then an ugly black head and a whopping turban, with this diamond in it.  The blessed bird pecked suddenly and had it, and when the chap made a fuss it realised it had done wrong, I suppose, and went and mixed itself with the others to preserve its incog.  It all happened in a minute.  I was among the first to arrive, and there was this heathen going over his gods, and two sailors and the man who had charge of the birds laughing fit to split.  It was a rummy way of losing a jewel, come to think of it.  The man in charge hadn’t been about just at the moment, so that he didn’t know which bird it was.  Clean lost, you see.  I didn’t feel half sorry, to tell you the truth.  The beggar had been swaggering over his blessed diamond ever since he came aboard.

“A thing like that goes from stem to stern of a ship in no time.  Every one was talking about it.  Padishah went below to hide his feelings.  At dinner—­he pigged at a table by himself, him and two other Hindoos—­the captain kind of jeered at him about it, and he got very excited.  He turned round and talked into my ear.  He would not buy the birds; he would have his diamond.  He demanded his rights as a British subject.  His diamond must be found.  He was firm upon that.  He would appeal to the House of Lords.  The man in charge of the birds was one of those wooden-headed chaps you can’t get a new idea into anyhow.  He refused any proposal to interfere with the birds by way of medicine.  His instructions were to feed them so-and-so and treat them so-and-so, and it was as much as his place was worth not to feed them so-and-so and treat them so-and-so.  Padishah had wanted a stomach-pump—­though you can’t do that to a bird, you know.  This Padishah was full of bad law, like most of these blessed Bengalis, and talked of having a lien on the birds, and so forth.  But an old boy, who said his son was a London barrister, argued that what a bird swallowed became ipso facto part of the bird, and that Padishah’s only remedy lay in an action for damages, and even then it might be possible to show contributory negligence.  He hadn’t any right of way about an ostrich that didn’t belong to him.  That upset Padishah extremely, the more so as most of us expressed an opinion that that was the reasonable view.  There wasn’t any lawyer aboard to settle the matter, so we all talked pretty free.  At last, after Aden, it appears that he came round to the general opinion, and went privately to the man in charge and made an offer for all five ostriches.

“The next morning there was a fine shindy at breakfast.  The man hadn’t any authority to deal with the birds, and nothing on earth would induce him to sell; but it seems he told Padishah that a Eurasian named Potter had already made him an offer, and on that Padishah denounced Potter before us all.  But I think the most of us thought it rather smart of Potter, and I know that when Potter said that he’d wired at Aden to London to buy the birds, and would have an answer at Suez, I cursed pretty richly at a lost opportunity.