I will go direct to Calcutta, and will then meet you at Delhi.

Arriving at Delhi, you may telegraph to me care Grindlay & Co., Calcutta." "I wonder if she bled Anstruther," inwardly growled Hawke, as he recognized the name of that social butterfly's bankers.

But the lady only sweetly continued: "I have some business in Calcutta.

You can write to me at the general postoffice at Allahabad, and leave your Delhi address there.

I shall probably telegraph for you to come down and meet me there." Major Hawke, neatly entering the lady's directions in a silver-clasped betting book, murmured lazily without lifting his eyes: "You seem to know a great deal about Hindostan." "I have made a careful study of it for years--long years," said the woman with a telltale flush of color, as the servants entered with the impromptu feast.
They were left alone, at an imperious signal, and Madame Louison bade Hawke regale himself en garcon.