"
"I shall have to throw this all back on Ram Lal." mused Alan
Hawke, who hastily bade Justine an adieu, until he could conjure
up an explanation for the Geneva agents of the Credit Lyonnais.
The closing words of the Paris Derection were semi-hostile. "Be
pleased. Monsieur, to call at once upon our Geneva branch and
explain these imputations. We are forced to withhold your present
deposits to cover any reclamation and legal expenses, and we
therefore beg you to discontinue the drawing of any drafts upon us
until the solicitors of Messrs. Glyn, Carr & Glyn and the Executor
notify us of the settlement of this distressing imputation upon
the regularity of our actions as your business agents."
"That leaves me only the jewels, and about a thousand pounds ready
cash on hand, and that is due from Anstruther," gloomily decided
Alan Hawke, when he was safely locked in his rooms at the National.
"Tricked by this double-faced devil Louison-Delavigne, thrown
out of my future rank, held for the five thousand pounds already
advanced, and, with eleven thousand embargoed in that Paris pawnbroker
shop of a Credit Lyonnais, I've but one course left to me now."
He took counsel of the brandy bottle, and then, ignoring all else,
he sent off a careful letter to Joseph Smith. "I'll jolly poor
Justine a bit, so as to leave one faithful friend to watch and get
all my letters here.
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