I supposed, of course, that you
had grave need of me here."
"So I have," earnestly replied Johnstone, as the station master
bustled up, scraping and bowing, with a bundle of letters and several
telegrams. "Just look over these five drafts on Glyn, Carr & Glyn's,
while I look at the letters," whispered Johnstone, handing Hawke
an official looking envelope. Even while the adventurer carefully
scanned the bills of exchange, he saw a gleam of devilish triumph
in the old man's eyes as he opened the telegrams, and with affected
carelessness shoved his letters in his pocket. "See here, Hawke!
You can even earn a neat 'further donation' if you will play your
part rightly. General Abercromby, as personally representing the
Viceroy, arrives here to-morrow night to adjust my accounts finally.
He will be a week or so at Delhi. I want you to represent me and
receive him here. I've telegraphed back to Abercromby that you
will bring him up in a special car. He does not want old Willoughby
to think he is nosing around Delhi. Now, do the handsome thing.
Abercromby knows you. Here is a pocket-book. Lose a few fifty-pound
notes to the old boy on the train. Amuse him, mind you, and set
him up well! The car will be well stocked. I leave my two men here
to wait on you and him. That's all. I want to go off 'in a blaze
of glory,' as the Yankees would say. I will meet you at Delhi.
Abercromby comes to my house.
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