I want to have a long talk with you," said the uneasy host.
"You may absolutely depend on me, Sir Hugh," heartily answered the visitor, with a fine forgetfulness as to the title.

When he rode away, Major Hawke caught sight of a womanly figure at a window above him, watching his retreat in due state, and there was the flutter of a handkerchief as his carriage drove around the oval.

"I wonder if Ram Lal knows about the jewels.

I must buy him out and out, or make Berthe Louison do it unconsciously for me," so mused the victorious renegade.
"He is afraid of me! Now to dispatch Ram Lal to Allahabad.

I must only see Berthe Louison, at night, in her own bungalow, for my shy old bird would take the alarm were we seen together.