"I must watch this damned Frenchman," he mused, feeling for his packet of notes and loosening his revolver.

"He may be set on by this she devil to watch Ram Lal." And then Hawke gayly sought the jewel merchant, lingering an hour in the very room where he was on the morrow to meet the heart-awakened Justine.

Old Ram Lal grinned as he accepted the letter.
He was happy, for he heard the jingling of golden guineas in the near future.

"You have nothing to do with me, Ram Lal," laughed the Major.
"The lady will give you your orders, only you are to tell me all for both our sakes.

I will see you rewarded," and again Ram Lal grinned in his quiet way.
When Alan Hawke's head was resting on his pillow he suddenly became possessed with a strange new fear.