No, not before.

It is impossible." With a sudden motion of her hand to Jules, Alixe Delavigne leaned back, half fainting, upon her cushions.

Her agitated heart was now beating in a wild tumult of rage and baffled hatred! "Home!" she cried, and then, as the marble house was lost to view, she harshly cried: "To Ram Lal's first! To the jewel store!" There was a brooding death in her eyes when she sternly said to the merchant: "Send him to me at once! Send Hawke! Go! Waste not a moment!" And then she swore an oath of vengeance, which would have made Hugh Fraser Johnstone shudder, as he sat drinking champagne cup with his guest.

"One for you, my lady!" he had laughed, grimly, as the woman whom he had tricked drove swiftly away.

And the grim fates laughed too, spinning at a shortening life web.
Major Alan Hawke was interrupted in his cosy nest at the Club by the hasty advent of Ram Lal.