"Obey me without questioning my motive! Each night you will receive orders for the next day, should I need your secret hand! Go now! I am tired! I must be ready to meet this man!" Alan Hawke had reached the door, but he turned back.

"And as to Ram Lal?
What shall I do ?" The woman's eyes flashed fire.
"Leave him also to me! I will handle him! A few rupees--will serve as his bait.

Stay! You say that this Swiss woman, Justine Delande, is sympathetic, and seems to be a worthy person ?" She was scanning his impassive face with steely glances now.
"She is younger than her sister Euphrosyne," gravely said Alan Hawke, "and not without some personal attractions.

Her older sister adores her.
Even this old brute, Johnstone, seems to treat her with great respect and deference." "There is the only danger to us! Watch that woman! Mingle freely in the Johnstone household," said Berthe, wearily, "but never cast your eyes toward Nadine.

Never even hint to this Swiss governess that you have seen her sister.