"Yes, it was," she absently replied.
"They tell me that he nobly risked his life to save his wounded
friend," dreamily continued Nadine. "He gave back to a father the
life of an only son at the risk of his own. How brave--how noble."
And Justine gazed at her charge in surprise, as the beautiful Nadine
bent her head to greet her sister flowers.
The resolute Major Hawke, at his cheerful breakfast, was busied with
thoughts of the coming arrival of Hugh Johnstone's secret foe. "I
must have money from her at once to swing Ram Lal's Private Inquiry
Bureau and to mystify these quid nuncs here. For I must entertain
the clubmen a bit. It's as well to begin, also, to pot down a bit
of her money for the future. She shall pay her way, as she goes."
And, with a view to the further cementing of his rising social
pyramid, he planned a very neat little dinner of half a dozen of
the most available men whom he had selected as being "in the swim."
"The next thing is to discover what the devil she really wants of
old Johnstone! She must show her hand now, and then soon call on
me for help."
He gazed at his little memorandum of "pressing engagements." "A
pretty fair book of events. First, old Johnstone's dinner--more
of the boring process--then to welcome my strange employer, and,
after that, Mademoiselle Justine! Later, I'll have my own little
innings with General Willoughby, and, finally play the gracious
host while Ram Lal watches Madame Louison's cat-like play upon her
victim.
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