His heart was resolutely set upon the master stroke of his life, for a private audience with the Viceroy of India had been graciously granted him at two o'clock.

"I am saved--if nothing goes wrong," he murmured, as the Delhi train trundled into the station.
A steely glare lit up his eyes as he advanced with raised sun helmet to meet the Lady of the Silver Bungalow.
In the train were one or two of the curious Delhi quid nuncs, who smiled and exchanged glances as the embryo Sir Hugh led the lady to the carriage.
On the box Jules Victor sat bolt upright clasping a traveling bag, while Marie gazed at the swarming streets of Calcutta from her mistress's side.

"She is on the defensive.

I'll show her a trick," old Hugh murmured, as he noted the servants' presence.
A few murmured words exchanged between the secret foes caused Hugh Johnstone to sternly cry, "To Grindlay and Company's Bank." The dark goddess Kali, patron demon of Kali Ghatta, was hovering above them in the pestilential air as the carriage swiftly rolled along the superb streets of the metropolis born of Governor Charnock's settlement in sixteen eighty-six.

The gift of an Emperor of Delhi to the ambitious English, Fort William had grown to be an octopus of modern splendor.
Down the circular road, past the splendid Government House, they silently sped through the "City of Palaces." Berthe Louison never noted the varied delights of the Maiden Esplanade, nor, even with a glance honored Wellesley and Ochterlony, raised up there in marble effigy.
Her face was as fixed as bronze, while Hugh Johnstone, right and left, saluted his countless friends.
Men of the Bengal Asiatic, the Bethune, the Dai-housie, plumed generals, native princelings, gay aides-de-camp, grave judges, and university Dons eagerly bowed to the richest civilian in Bengal--the homage of triumphant wealth.
Stared at from club windows, Johnstone, with proudly erect head, nodded to fashion's fools, crowding there all eager to catch a glimpse of the lovely Lady Johnstone in posse.
For these last days of waiting had been only a mental torture to the nabob assailed by rallying gossipers.