There is nothing more," soberly concluded his companion.

"The letters at Suez and Aden are, of course, to be mere billets de voyage.

The correspondence at Allahabad may cover all of moment.

Can you not give me a safe letter and telegraph address at Delhi ?" "Give me your notebook," said Alan Hawke, as he carefully wrote down the needed information: "Ram Lal Singh, Jewel Merchant, 16 Chandnee Chouk, Delhi." "There's the address of my native banker; and as trusty a Hindu as ever sold a two-shilling strass imitation for a hundred-pound star sapphire.
But, in his way he is honest--as we all are." And then Alan Hawke boldly said: "How shall I address you at Allahabad ?" The flashing brown eyes gleamed a moment with a brighter luster than pleasure's glow.

"You have my visiting card, Major," the woman coldly said.