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The first time I heard Jim Maitland's name mentioned was in the bar of a P. and 0. We were two days out of Colombo, going East, and when I confessed my complete ignorance of the man a sort of stupefied silence settled on the company.
"You don't know Jim?" murmured an Assam tea-planter. "I thought everyone knew Jim."