Ram Lal's eyes gleamed in anticipation of the fat pickings of the Mem-Sahib.

He pondered a moment over the case.
"Then, I will go down myself," complacently said Ram Lal, with an eye to future business.

"You can tell her to trust to me in all things.

She shall travel like a queen!" "That is better, and so I will telegraph to her, at Allahabad, this afternoon, that I have sent you to meet her! Have a covered carriage awaiting her here, and no one must be allowed to follow her to her hidden nest.

It is the making of your fortune with her!" cried Hawke, as he lit a cheroot.
"Trust to me, Sahib!" answered the wily jewel merchant, relapsing into an expectant silence.