"I know what I am doing, Hodgkinson," said Hugh Johnstone.

"Blood is thicker than water! I can trust nothing else.

These two men as executors will exactly carry out my wishes.

In naming a guardian by will, for my daughter, I do not forget that she is yet a child at eighteen, and, at twenty-one, she may be the destined prey of many a fortune hunter! As for my directions and restrictions, I know my own mind!" When Hugh Johnstone, Esq., of Delhi and Calcutta, had seen the fleet steamer, Lord Roberts, sail away for London, bearing a carefully registered document addressed to "Professor Andrew Fraser, St.Agnes Road, St.Heliers, Jersey, Channel Islands, England," he could not remember a detail forgotten in the voluminous letters of positive orders now also on their way to his distant brother.

He smiled grimly as he entered the P.and O.office, and, after a private interview with the manager, called his nephew, Douglas Fraser, away to a private luncheon.
They had first visited the one bank, which Johnstone trusted, and there deposited a sealed document to the order of "Douglas Fraser, executor." The young man had been alarmed at his stern old uncle's curtness, on the return trip from Allahabad, his strange manner and his grim silence.