End of Month Egg on Toast Extravaganza - June Edition.  Add/Read Comments

The boy said he didn't know but had two coolies with him. "Curse him" I said I'll give him hell if I find he's disturbed me for nothing� "Deal for me Cartwright" I went out and found the sergeant with two Malays waiting for me on the steps. I asked him what the devil he wanted and could it not have waited until I had finished my game.

Imagine my consternation when he told me that the Malays had come to the police-station and said there was a white man lying dead on the path that led though the jungle. I immediately thought of Bronson and those damn funny coloured eggs.

"Dead?" I cried.

"Yes, shot. Shot through the head. A white man clutching a handful of spinach."

Then I knew it was Reggie Bronson. It was an awful shock. He was the best chef on this side of Tanah Merah. Always ready with his eggs cocette on a Sunday morning. Always found, come monsoon or blistering heat, in his Dutch built open kitchen preparing another extravagance come the end of the month.