In half an hour, the broken entente cordiale was restored, and Johnstone had slipped away and questioned the wary Ram Lal.
"All I know is that the lady hired the house temporarily from me, I am agent for Runjeet Hoy, who owns it now.

She went without a word, and gave me three hundred pounds yesternight, for her rent and supplies.

I asked the Mem-Sahib no questions.

She went away all by herself, in the middle of the night." "Ah! You know nothing more ?" sharply queried Johnstone.
"Of course not! I thought you, or Hawke Sahib, or General Wilhoughby, was a secret friend." Slyly said Ram Lal.
"She owes you nothing?
You do not expect her to return ?" the nabob cried.
"I think she has gone to Calcutta! She came from there." "Come to-night, privately, Ram Lal.

I'll show you how to get in.