I fear you not! I shall see Nadine to-morrow!" "Never!" roared Hugh Johnstone, now beyond all control.

"I defy you! Beware how you approach my threshold!" His eyes were murderous in their steely blue gleam, and, yet, he met a glance as steady as his own.
"Listen," said Berthe Louison, sinking back into her chair, "I will tell you a little story." Hugh Johnstone was now gazing at the photograph, which trembled in his hand.

"Once upon a time a man secreted a vast deposit of jewels, really the spoil of a deposed king, and, rightly, the property of the victorious British Government!" The photograph fell to the floor as the old man sprang up from the chair, into which he had dropped.

"This paper, the receipt for the deposit, once delivered to the Viceroy of India--and the Baronetcy which is to be your life crown is lost for ever." The old man's hands knotted themselves in anger.

"The lying story that the deposit was stolen by an underling will bring you, Hugh Johnstone, to the felon's cell! You shall live to wear the convict's chain! The Government is partly aware of the facts.