"When my work is done!" the resolute woman replied. "I am here
for peace or war! We have only crossed swords! I do not trust this
man a moment! He is capable of any foul deed! Now, you must keenly
watch the clubs, the social life. Find out all you can! Come to me
here every night at ten. If I suddenly need you, then I will send
Ram Lal!"
"By day or night I am ready!" gravely said Major Hawke. "I do not
like to intrude upon you," he hesitatingly said.
"You will win your spurs yet in my service!" said Alixe. "The real
struggle is to come yet. I am only knocking at the door of Nadine's
heart. And the old nabob is but half conquered."
Major Hawke, with a bow, retired and wended his way to the Club,
where he spent an hour in preparing a careful letter to Euphrosyne
Delande. It was a careful document, intended to prudently open
communication with Justine through the Halls of Learning on the
Rue du Rhone, Geneva, but a little sealed inclosure to Justine was
the grain of gold in all the complimentary chaff. "Her own heart,
poor girl, will tell her what to do," said Hawke, as he departed
and registered the letter himself.
The passing cortege of General Abercromby, returning the visit of
the local chief, excited Hawke's attention. He caught a glimpse
of the silver-haired millionaire whom two widely different natures
had denounced that day as "being capable of anything.
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