It rests for me to give the Viceroy the receipt for your private deposit.

The private bank vault in Calcutta has hidden your shame for twenty years.
You know the condition of your settlement with the Government.

Now, shall I see my sister's child?
I hold your very existence here--in the hollow of my hand!" The dauntless woman drew forth a yellowed envelope from her breast.

There was a smothered shriek, a crash and a groan, as Jules Victor, springing from his concealment, hurled the infuriated man to the floor! With a knee on the panting nabob's breast, he hissed: "Move, and you are a dead man!" "Take the paper, Madame," calmly said the victorious Jules.

Then Alixe Delavigne laughed scornfully.
"Let the fool arise.