Let no one pass this door, on your life!" When they were alone, Major Alan Hawke led the trembling woman away to to the hidden bower, where Ram Lal had hospitably spread a feast of India's choicest cakes and dainties.
Only there, in that haven of safety, dared the excited Justine to falter.

"If you knew what I have suffered! He drove almost over me as I crossed the Chandnee Chouk, and I had a struggle to leave Nadine.

There is the curse of an old family sorrow there.

The father and daughter are arrayed against each other." "Forget it all, my dear Justine," murmured Alan Hawke.

"Here you are hidden now and perfectly safe with me.