PRINCE KASAM OF BALUCHISTAN "What country did you say, Prince?" "Baluchistan, my lord." The great financier lay back in his chair and a slight smile flickered over his stern features. Then he removed his eye-glasses and twirled them thoughtfully around his finger as he addressed the young man opposite. "I remember," said he, "that when I attended school as a boy one of my chiefest trials in geography was to learn how to bound Baluchistan." "Ah, do not say that, sir," exclaimed Prince Kasam, eagerly. "It is a customary thing, whenever my country is mentioned, for an Englishman to refer to his geography. I have borne the slight with rare patience, Lord Marvale, since first I came, a boy, to London; but permit me to say that I expected you to be better informed." "But, why?" asked the nobleman, raising his brows at the retort. "Because Baluchistan is a great country, sir. You might drop all of England upon one of its plains-and have some trouble to find it again." Lord Marvale's eyes twinkled. "And how about London?" he asked. "You have many such cities, I suppose?" "There is but one London, my lord," answered the young man composedly; "and, to be frank with you, there are few clusters of houses in my country that are worthy the name of cities. We Baluchi are a wild race, as yet untamed by the influence of your western civilization, and those who wander in desert and plain far exceed in numbers the dwellers in towns."