But what must I do?
Shall I warn Berthe, now?
If I do, she will both doubt me and make a scene.
Old Johnstone will then know at once that I have betrayed him." An hour's cogitation led Alan Hawke to decide to let the "high contracting parties" fight it out themselves at Delhi.
"I'll secretly join the winner and then bleed them both.

I must be unconscious of all.

Johnstone's money I want first, then, Berthe must pay me well for my aid." With an exquisite nosegay of flowers, he awaited the slow descent of the social magnates.

A second telegram from Johnstone had warned him that the wanderers were on the same train.

"He is a cool devil!" mused Hawke.
Radiant in beauty, pleasantly smiling, and watched by her French bodyguard, Madame Louison swept into the grand cafe room upon the arm of Hugh Johnstone, who deftly exchanged a silent glance of warning with the artful Major.