Trust to me.

I have sounded every inch of the walls, and even examined the floor." Jules Victor's romantic nature thrilled with the possibilities of the little life drama to come.
Berthe Louison departed to rest upon her arms the night before the battle.

Much marveled the swarming band of Ram Lal's creatures that no human being was suffered to approach the Lady of the Bungalow but her two white attendants.

Berthe Louison had not reached the idle luxury of employing a dozen Hindus in infinitesimal labors near her person.

For she fathomed easily Ram Lal's devotion to Major Alan Hawke.
The presence of keen-eyed Marie Victor's brass camp-bed in My Lady's sleeping-room was a source of wonder to the velvet-eyed spy who was Ram Lal's especial "Bureau of Intelligence." "Strange ways has this Mem-Sahib," murmured the Hindu when he craved to know if the Daughter of the Sun and Light of the World desired aught.