مذكرة عن السيرة المهنية للسير توماس إدوارد روجرز [و‎‎٥‎٤] (١١٨/١٠٧)

take revenge. But even combustible material needs ignition. I believe that,
in this as in other cases in the past history of riot in India, the criminal and
the basest elements in the population seeking loot and paying off old scores was
the first match to light a fire in the name of religion which drew many normally
decent men into the contagion of its flames.
I was 34 at this time and determined, perhaps to a fault, to do everything
possible to restore the situation and to be on hand for any decision of importance
which might have to be taken. I had also to look to disorders outside Quetta,
in Pishin and north towards the Afghan border at Chaman. On my visits there I
found it curious, as a former servant of the British raj and now of Pakistan, to
be addressing assemblies of sirdars and notables, chiding them for failure to
control their tribesmen and exhorting them to see the peace was kept. I also
remember with a touch of pride that I was able to keep going for the four or
five days of the emergency (in which the Superintendent of Police and I were the
two British officers at the head of affairs, the injured Henry Oliver being in
hospital) without, I believe, much loss of efficiency and with a sleep count of
13 or 16 hours.