There was one man, however, in Delhi who now viewed Hawke's presence with a secret alarm, amounting to dismay.

It was the stern old miserly Scotsman who had paced his floor half the night in a vain effort to reassure himself.

"What does he know?
I must have old Ram Lal watch him," mused Hugh Johnstone.

"I was a fool not to have cleared out from here months ago, before these spies were set upon me.

First, Anstruther; now this fellow, Hawke, and, perhaps, even Hardwicke.