He had received a single telegraphed word, dated Madras, and wisely left unsigned, but that one word was the keynote of his coveted victory--"Arrived." "Ah! my lady," he mused, casting his eyes in the direction of Madame Louison's cozy private compartment.

"To-morrow at Delhi, if Douglas Fraser is true to his trust, there will be the message which tells of a 'bark upon the sea,' which bears away forever all the brightness of your life--away from you, yes, forever! And Hawke, this smart cad, is powerless now, and both of them are outwitted.

The Baronetcy is safe the very moment that Abercromby's work is done.

I've paid Hawke now, and he has been very naturally brought down here, out of the way.

Madame! Madame! Now to settle accounts with you the very moment that Abercromby has reported back from Calcutta.