"Go openly to him--to Johnstone! Bring him back at once with you! He dare not disobey this! I will denounce him, now, to-day! to both the generals, and go to the Viceroy myself! I care not what excuse he makes! BRING HIM!" "And so I cut the last tie that binds me to a future reinstatement for you, a callous employer, and am left adrift without an anchor out for the future! You know that this man is a director of the Bank of Bengal! A multi-millionaire! He will chase me from India! I might trace the girl to her hiding-place for you! She has surely been sent home by sea!" Alixe Delavigne was gliding up and down the room as noiselessly as a serpent.

She abruptly stopped her march.
"I will find her in Europe! What do you require to follow my orders for three months?
To wait here and then to take the road or to join me in Europe! I pay all expenses and incidentals.

What will make you reasonably sure against fate--in advance ?" Alan Hawke dropped his eyes.

Gentleman once, he was ashamed of the sordid implied threat of abandonment.
"Five thousand pounds!" he whispered.

The stony-faced woman dashed off a check.
"Bring that man to me at once!" she cried, "and then go down to Grindlay's agency here, and get your money! Go openly!" "Shall I come back with him ?" demanded Hawke.
"No, bring him here, and then excuse yourself." Alixe Delavigne watched the carriage dash away.