Loona Bimberton 's being carried in an aeroplane was the talk of the town. She had become very famous due to it and her social prestige had gone onto the top. I couldn 't digest it as her applause had created jealousy in me. Day and night I felt how to counter it. So I thought that a tiger hunt would take me on a higher pedestal than Loona. I lost no time in arranging a tiger hunt with the help of the villagers who were just thirsty for money.
I paid Rs.One thousand to the villagers for getting an aged tiger in the village forest. A goat with a loud bleat was tied at a convenient place.
A suitable platform was built in a tree. On the night of the hunt I sat with Louisa Mebbin, my paid companion.
As per pre-arranged plan the tiger came near the goat. He lay flat to regain his strength before attacking his prey. I lost no time in firing the shot. I saw that both the goat and the tiger had been killed. 'I am on the top ', I felt it in my blood.
It was Louisa Mebbin who told me that I had killed the goat with my shot. The tiger had died due to a heart failiure caused by the rifle shot and old age. She proved herself very cunning and crafty. She blakcmailed me that she would tell this fact to Loona Bimberton. I had no choice except to succumb to her threatening and had to buy a week-end cottage in Dorking for her.
