‘What will you call this? Five-star, or six-star?’ Feluda asked, looking at Lalmohan Babu. We were having dinner at the Railway Hotel, at Mr Majumdar’s invitation. ‘I am very grateful to you,’ he had said as soon as we had come out of Sagarika. ‘Had it not been for you, I would not even have heard Laxman Bhattacharya’s name. What he told me helped clarify a lot of doubts. In fact, I can even remember some of the details of what happened after that night when I walked into Mr Sen’s room. So I’d be delighted if you could join me for dinner at my hotel.’ ‘I had no idea food in a railway hotel could be so good,’ Lalmohan Babu freely admitted. ‘I had assumed it would be as tasteless as what is served on trains. Now I know better, thanks to you.’ Bilas Majumdar smiled. ‘Please have the souffle.’ ‘What? Soup plate? But I have already had the soup!’ ‘No, no. Souffle, not soup plate. It’s the dessert.’ ‘Oh. Oh, I see.’ Mr Majumdar told us about the return of his memory while we all helped ourselves to the dessert. ‘I was naturally embarrassed to have walked into someone else’s room, but what I saw did not make me suspicious at all. Mr Sen was going to Pokhra the next day. He invited me to join him. The Japanese team I was waiting for was not expected for another three days. I had plenty of time, so I agreed. Pokhra is about two hundred kilometres from Kathmandu. We had to drive through a forest. Mr Sen asked the driver to stop there, to look for wild orchids. I got down with him, thinking even if we didn’t find any flowers, I might get to see a few birds. I remember taking my camera with me. He went off in one direction to look for orchids. I went in another to look for birds. We decided to return to the car in an hour. I started to walk with my eyes on the trees, scanning every branch to see if I could find a bird. Suddenly, out of the blue, I felt a blow on my head, and everything went black.’ He stopped. We had already heard what followed next. ‘You’re still not sure about who had struck that blow?’ Feluda asked. ‘No, not at all. But I do know this: the car was parked on the main road, about a kilometre away, and I hadn’t seen a single soul in that forest.’ ‘If the culprit was Mr Sen, you have no real evidence to prove it, have you?’ ‘No, I am afraid not.’ Lalmohan Babu seemed a bit restless, as though there was something on his mind. Now he decided to get it off his chest. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘why don’t you go and meet Durga Gati Sen? If he really is the man who tried to kill you, surely he’ll think he’s seeing a ghost? And surely