He was a rebel still, as rank as Tantia Topee.
In the splendid marble palace of Hugh Johnstone, the startled Justine Delande was awake long before the dawn, thinking only of the meeting of the morning, her bosom heaving with its first questionable secret, but Major Alan Hawke smiled as he leisurely breakfasted later, reading a telegram just received.

"On my way.

Will come to private address.

Send servants to Allahabad to join me.

Silence and discretion .-- Lausanne.".