Marie said in her heart that "all men were liars," and she believed most of them to be voleurs, in addition.

Jules, when the little train was whirling along a-metals a score of miles away from Delhi, relaxed his Zouave vigilance, and bade a long adieu to Delhi, in a vigorous grunt.

"Va bane! Sacre Canaille!" There was silence at the railway station when the head agent wearily said, "I suppose the Bank is moving a lot of notes back to Calcutta! They are a rum slick lot, these money changers!" When all was left in darkness, save where a blinking red and white line signal still showed, Ram Lal Singh crept away from the line of the rails.

The rich jewel vender clutched in his bosom the handle of Mirzah Shah's poisoned dagger, the deadly dagger of a merciless prince.
He had long pondered over the sudden demand made upon him by the Lady of the Silver Bungalow.

And he greatly desired to re-adjust his relations with Hugh Johnstone and Major Alan Hawke.