He was now counting grimly the moments till a telegram from Delhi should seal his safety for life.

And then, his dark and silent revenge! At Grindlay's Bank, Madame Louison quietly descended, leaning on the arm of Hugh Johnstone.

There was hurrying to and fro on their appearance, and in ten minutes a second carriage received the disguised Alixe Delavigne, while the Manager of Grindlay's escorted her, under the eyes of her two guardians.

The Golden Calf was the reigning god, even in these later days.
With a dignified pace, the carriage of Hugh Johnstone led the way to the Bank of Bengal, where a private room soon hid the three principal parties from the gaze of the multi-colored throng of clerks and accountants.

A conference of the gravest nature ensued, as both the Bank Managers jealously watched each other.
Hugh Johnstone was as pale as a man wrestling with the dark angel when Madame Louison produced a faded document and a receipt of extended legal verbiage.