Bowing her stately head, she swept from the room upon the arm of the polite manager of Grindlay's.
"Home," said the genial banker, as he deferentially questioned the Lady of the Silver Bungalow.

"Do you honor us with a long visit ?" he eagerly asked.
"I return to-morrow evening, on the same train with the soon-to-be Sir Hugh.

I only came here to attend to some business at the French Consulate and to adjust this trifling matter." Hugh Johnstone writhed in rage, as he saw the cool way in which Berthe Louison fortified her safety lines.
Before they were in the shelter of the banker's superb mansion, Hugh Johnstone was double locked within the walls of Douglas Fraser's apartment.
"I have two hours to work in" he gasped, after a nervous examination of the contents of the cases which had been placed at his feet in his carriage.

"And, then, for the Viceroy! But first to the steamer and the Insurance Office!'" Not a human being in Calcutta ever knew the contents of the small steel strongbox which occupied the place of honor in the treasure room of the Empress of India on her speeding down the Hooghly.

But a Director of the Anglo-Indian Assurance Company opened his eyes widely when Hugh Johnstone, his fellow director, cheerfully paid the marine insurance fees on a policy of fifty thousand pounds sterling.