Berthe Louison rang her silver bell.

"Jules!" she said, "I wish you to go to General Willoughby with this letter, and tell him to send a guard here to arrest a thief who has government jewels." Ram Lal was on the floor at her feet, groveling, before she grimly smiled, as he held out a paper, quickly extracted from his red sash.
"That will do, Jules." The Frenchman stood without the door.

"You will not run away.

You are far too rich, Ram Lal.

And you will be watched every moment.