It was April 22, 1831, and a young man was walking down Whitehall in the direction of Parliament Street. He wore shepherd's plaid trousers and the swallow-tail coat of the day, with a figured muslin cravat wound about his wide-spread collar.

The next day Victor took an architect with him and got the tehsildar to join them.

Jones nods the ball back to his goalkeeper.

To make a long story short, I got them together and left myself out in the cold. That became the beginning of a long and painful relationship between Billy and me.