He then rode out of his way to gaze at the exterior of the great marble house, and was rewarded by the sight of a graceful woman walking there under her governess's escort in the dewy freshness of the early morn.
He doffed his helmet as Miss Justine paused among the flowers, and then Miss Nadine Johnstone looked up to see the graceful rider disappear behind the fringing trees.
"That was Captain Hardwicke, was it not ?" asked the lonely girl.

Miss Justine was busied in dreaming of her meeting of the morrow.
"Yes, it was," she absently replied.
"They tell me that he nobly risked his life to save his wounded friend," dreamily continued Nadine.

"He gave back to a father the life of an only son at the risk of his own.

How brave--how noble." And Justine gazed at her charge in surprise, as the beautiful Nadine bent her head to greet her sister flowers.
The resolute Major Hawke, at his cheerful breakfast, was busied with thoughts of the coming arrival of Hugh Johnstone's secret foe.

"I must have money from her at once to swing Ram Lal's Private Inquiry Bureau and to mystify these quid nuncs here.