The jewels are safely out of the way now.

For a few pounds he will watch this she-devil, and that yellow thief, Ram Lal, for me.

My only danger is in their coming together.
I'll get a note to him early." Seizing his chit-book, he dashed off in a frankly apologetic way a few lines.

"There! That'll do! Not too much!" He read his lines with a final approval.
"Dear Hawke: I've been worried to death with a lot of people thrust on me.

Mere figure-heads.