He already connected the arrival of the beautiful foreigner with the destiny of the opulent man whom he had revengefully watched for twenty years.

Hugh Fraser Johnstone had heaped up a fortune, but it was not yet successfully deported to England.
"And the Swiss woman, when may I see her; this morning ?" demanded the adventurer, as he dropped into a cool, Japanese chair.
"My man will bring you the news of her coming!" answered the oily old miscreant.

"I told him to watch her, and run on to warn me!" Ram Lal was a wily old Figaro of much experience.
"Good! Then go outside and wait for her," coolly commanded the young man.

"When she comes, you can come in and warn me, and I will be ready." Ram Lal obediently left Hawke without a questioning word, and the busy brain of the adventurer was soon occupied with weaving the meshes for the bird nearing the snare.

"This woman's help is absolutely necessary to me now!" he thought, as he contemplated his own handsome person in a mirror.