I was woken at 3am by what sounded like a key being turned in the door to our apartment. I sat up, touching my wife to rouse her. She said her bag was missing from where she had left it, beside the bed, with her purse inside. She found the bag by the door, the purse on top, open, with 350 rupees in notes missing. I was alarmed for my own bag, which I had left lying on the floor by the door, containing a treasure trove by comparison. It was still there, with nothing missing. The window over the kitchen sink was closed but unlocked. The door was also unlocked, with the keys in place. We had got off lightly, though the more we thought about what the thief had done, creeping over to our bed, where we lay naked, with not even a sheet over us because of the heat, the more uncomfortable we felt. I was certainly at fault in failing to check the kitchen window but I don't think this would have mattered so much if we hadn't been in the last apartment in a row of three, well away from the main accommodation block. There was no external lighting at that end, and anybody could have approached unseen. We didn't sleep so soundly after that. Often, during the night, I would hear a sudden noise, and sit up, alarmed. I was also very mindful of the fact that during heavy rain – of which there was a lot – the noise of the downpour would have totally obscured that of a forced entry, never mind whatever feeble cries of alarm we would have been capable of!