"In three days I will be all ready! So you can telegraph to-night,"
reported the merchant, when the Major carefully went over all the
details of the proposed temporary establishment of the disguised
Alixe Delaviarne.
"Very good!" approvingly answered the dignified confidant and patron.
"See here, Ram Lal! You have only to serve me well in these little
private matters, and you shall handle all the coming Mem-Sahib's
money business here! She wants to be quiet. I am to direct all her
private matters! Not a word, however, to old Hugh!" The two men
separated, Hawke with the knowledge that one of Ram's men had already
glided into the swarming household entourage of Hugh Johnstone's
stately home, and the spy was on every movement of the strange
interior, which defied the Delhi beaux.
"Not a bad day's work," mused Hawke, as he dined in solitary state.
The hospitable bidding of the wealthiest civilian of Delhi to tiffin
on the morrow brought him in touch with Alixe Delavigne's proposed
victim once more. The delighted rascal mused: "I will surely have
letters from her to-morrow, possibly even a telegram of her arrival.
When the silly Swiss woman is the partner of an innocent secret,
she is mine to control! Then the chase for a few lacs of rupees
begins!"
Major Hawke was somewhat startled at the little avalanche of
welcoming cards and notes. "Bravo! this will throw old Hugh off
the track a bit also.
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