"I wish to let Hugh know that I am here.

I will give you the directions about the house to-morrow.

Make no mistake with this message now!" Whereat Alan Hawke repeated a few words which would awake the slumbering curiosity in the woman-heart of the lonely Justine Delande! "Now, I will return and await your success," concluded Hawke as he read over a dozen times Madame Berthe Louison's long dispatch, ordering him to prepare her pied de terre in Delhi.

"Gad! Milady means to do the thing in style," he murmured.

"She is a deep one, and she must have a pot of money!" He lit a cheroot and sauntered away to show up officially at the club.