"Let me see how you would do this! I do not care to personally approach Mademoiselle Euphrosyne Delande, I would have a picture of the woman whom I seek--the lonely child whom I have hungered for long years to see! I do not care to expose myself here--" "The Preceptress might telegraph out to India and the girl be spirited away!" broke in Alan Hawke.
"Very good! Precisely so!" said Berthe Louison, gravely.

"I will tell you now that I have played perfectly fair with Anstruther! I have enabled him to assure himself of Nadine Johnstone's regular standing as the legal and only heiress of the would-be Baronet! I do not fear Anstruther! He is a gallant boy, worthy to wear a sword, and, he does not work for hire! He tells me that Euphrosyne Delande showed him the last pictures of the girl which were sent on before Hugh Fraser suddenly telegraphed to have his child 'personally conducted' on carte blanche terms out to join him." Major Hawke buried his head in his hands and slowly said: "I can do it easily! We must not be seen together here! Go up to the Hotel Faucon, at Lausanne, and wait for me there for three days.

I have to remain here at any rate to collect Anstruther's check in London.

I have in my favor all the facts of Anstruther's story.

I happen also to have Anstruther's P.P.