A hundred times had they read over together the old nabob's telegram: "Going home from Calcutta to settle the Baronetcy appointment.

Will meet you in Europe." Nadine's letter from her stern father bade her implicitly trust to her new-found kinsman, Douglas Fraser.

The old nabob's judiciously private letter had filled Justine Delande's sad heart with one twilight glow of happiness.
A comforting cheque for one thousand pounds was contained therein.
The words: "Your salary and expenses will be paid by me in Europe.

This is only a little present.

Another may await you and your sister, if you fulfill your trust, that no man, not even Douglas Fraser, meets my daughter alone until you give her back to me.