I am then safe! safe! No human hand can ever touch me now," he gloated.
There was a clattering of aides-de-camp and great official bustle at the Government House in Calcutta when General Abercromby reported to the great statesman Viceroy, dwelling in the vast palace, builded by the Marquis of Wellesley.
General Abercromby, marveling at the abruptness of the Viceroy, was relieved to know that his "secret service" had been transferred to Major Hardwicke under the orders of Major-General Willoughby.

His mind was intently occupied with the promised introduction to Madame Berthe Louison--"that little party"-- and so he failed not to refer to the future value to the crown of Alan Hawke's services.
"He is here with me, Your Excellency!" respectfully said Abercromby, who had already posted off his leporello to call in due form at the banker's mansion, where the disguised Alixe Delavigne had taken refuge.

"Send him to me at once, General.

I need him! I will give him the local staff rank of Major and immediate employment.

Willoughby has also written to me especially about his wonderful knowledge of our northern lines.