He had to go to Simla to look after a globetrotter relative of his—a person with a title.

"Well, I don't believe we shall reach Simla without having our throats cut—or worse," she declared with settled conviction.

Of course, you could descend in the cold weather; for Simla is rather dull then.

Miss Beighton shot divinely over ladies' distance—60 yards, that is—and was acknowledged the best lady archer in Simla.