Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa

about a very, very urgent need—someone is dying, etc., etc.,
and then we'd get a policeman come trundling up, and stand
down in the lobby and announce ‘City Police!’ into the inter-
com. Well, of course, it soon gets one talked about. ‘Oh, why is
it that the Rampa’s are always having the police call on them. I
wonder what they've done now?’ It makes things really, really
bad.
It reminds me of the time when we lived at Habitat, Mon-
trial. The Guv had a wheel-chair which he was going to give
to an injured policeman. This policeman had been shot
through the spine by some robber, and we had a detective
come and look at the wheel-chair and pronounce it satis-
factory. Then we had a great big Sergeant of Police come to
arrange for its removal, and the next thing was that they had
a paddy-wagon come to pick up the wheel-chair. Well, the Guv
drove the wheel-chair down into the elevator and all along the
main street of Habitat and out to the police paddy-wagon. It
was really highly amusing—if one has THAT sense of humor
—to see heads appearing behind curtains and to see the
workers in the gardens hiding down behind bushes to see the
Guv taken off in a paddy-wagon, but it was an anti-climax
when the heavy wheel-chair was just lifted up into the paddy-
wagon, the doors closed and it drove off, and the Guv went
back to his apartment in another wheel-chair. So, we do not
welcome callers. We use a post box to discourage callers and it
should be clear to all that if we wanted callers we would
publish our address. Again, with telephone calls, we have had
some remarkable experiences.
One night, around midnight, we had two police call on us in
New Brunswick and there was a long palavar because the
police insisted that we call someone the other side of Montreal
and they wouldn't go away until we did. A woman there, who
refused to accept a collect call, wanted the Guv to phone her
husband and say he shouldn't have any sex with her—she
didn't like it!
But the days went by, as days will, just the ordinary sort of
thing—breakfast in the morning, piles and piles of letters, then
lunch, then some more work, then tea and then the cats'
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