"
When Justine Delande was safely escorted to the train by the
smiling Madame Berthe Louison, she proceeded to register a packet
for London, addressed to "Major Harry Hardwicke."
That young officer's heart was light, three days later, when
he received the letter of Nadine which Madame Louison had cajoled
easily from the Swiss woman. And the happy Major's heart was no
lighter than Nadine's for the watchful Janet Fairbarn, now on duty,
with her selected subordinates, wondered to see the pale-faced girl
laugh merrily as she chatted over the garden wall with a strolling
French peddler. "I may trade at the gate, may I not, Miss Janet,"
said Nadine, "or is that one of the crimes?" But Jules Victor had
brought her a new life. She whispered, "He will come!"
CHAPTER XIII.
AN ASIATIC LION IN HIDING.
Madame Alixe Delavigne sat alone in her snug apartment of the Hotel
Croix d'Or, at Granville-sur-Mer, four days after Justine Delande
had been driven forth from the Banker's Folly! The perusal of a
long letter from Jules Victor was interrupted by the arrival of a
telegram from that rising young soldier, Captain Anson Anstruther.
It needed but a single glance to call the resolute woman to action.
Smartly ringing the bell, she ordered the maid, her bill, and a
voiture to convey her to the Boulogne station. "So, Hardwicke and
Captain Murray are safely in London! Major Hawke is at Geneva, and
I am to hide at Rosebank Villa until he has reported and been sent
away on his continental tour of the great jewel dealers!"
With flying fingers the lady soon penned a letter addressed to
"Monsieur Alois Vautier, Marchand-en-petit, Hotel Bellevue, St.
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