And this I did from his house up to the philosophy department. The postmaster used to live in between, and another professor – I told them, “Just be kind enough to participate in an experiment.” And the final person was the peon of the philosophy department. I told him, “You don’t bother, you just…” – he was a strong and big man – “you just take hold of Professor Roy as he enters, and whether he struggles or not, you lie him down on the sofa.”

He said, “What are you saying? I will be kicked out from my service!”

I said, “Nobody can kick you out. I make the guarantee.”

But he said, “This is a strange kind of experiment. Is it an experiment on me or on Professor Roy? I have children and a wife and old parents, and I am a poor man. Don’t disturb my job.”

I said, “It is nothing to do with you. You simply do it.”

He said, “Okay, if you say so.” He knew that I was so much loved by Professor Roy. He said, “If you are saying, I will do it, just because of you.”

And I said, “Take this card. Whatever he says, write it down, and I will collect it just within a few minutes.”

I followed Roy from his house. As he was moving onwards I started collecting the notes. To the wife he said, “What? I am perfectly healthy. I have slept well. Who said to you that my face is looking pale?”

She said, “There is no need for anybody to say, I can see you are looking pale.”

He said, “All nonsense. Just female rubbish!”

But a doubt arose in him. As he was getting ready to go to the university the gardener took his hand and told him, “What are you doing? You cannot even walk rightly, you are wobbly! Just go in and rest. I will go and call the doctor.”

And to him he said, “Yes, I think I need some rest. The whole night it seems I have not rested, and a little fever also seems to be there, but it is not too much. At least I can go up to the university, tell the head of the department and come back.”

And the postmaster who was his great friend, he looked so much afraid, and said, “No, I will not let you go alone. I’m coming with you.”

He said, “I’m really sick. I am feeling very weak. It is very kind of you to offer.”

The postmaster said, “You can take my car.”

He said, “No, there is no need to take your car, I will manage. But if I need your car I will phone from the office. But I am feeling a kind of trembling, strange. In my whole life I have never felt such a trembling.”

All these notes I was collecting. And the peon did a great job. He jumped over professor S.S. Roy and he was struggling and saying, “What are you doing? You idiot!” And he put him down on the sofa, pressed him down, and he said, “You need to be in bed. You are so sick. Do you want to commit suicide?”

Professor S.S. Roy’s statement on the peon’s note was, “Yes, it was wrong for me to come out. You just phone the postmaster to bring his car to take me back home, and inform the medical officer to come and check me. There seems to be something very wrong. Everybody is able to recognize it.”