Stay! Bring him yourself, to-morrow, at ten o'clock." "Splendid! Splendid!" cried the love-lorn General, rubbing his hands, as he hastened away in his carriage to meet Alan Hawke! "I am ready for him, if he is ready for me! I wish she were at some one of the great hotels instead of being buried in the silver-gray respectability of the Manager's family circle.

But--but--I will take her to the Viceroy.
The bird shall then learn to test its wings.

I will bring her out as a social star!" Major Alan Hawke, with a beating heart, recounted to Madame Berthe Louison all the occurrences in Delhi, when they were left alone in the great banker's vast parlors.

"She is a puzzle, this strange woman!" mused Hawke, for a serene and stately triumph shone in her splendid eyes.
Berthe Louison listened to all! "You will get your staff appointment," she smiled, "and I will help you! Bring your friend General Abercromby to see me here to-morrow evening! I will be amiable to him, for your sake, and for the sake of my future interests!" The grateful young man, now on the threshold of reinstatement, in a sudden impulse cried, "I can, now, give you Nadine Johnstone's hiding place! You can trust to me and I will prove it, now! It is--" "With Andrew Fraser, retired Professor of Edinburgh University, historian and philologist, ethnologist, etc.; St.Agnes Road, St.
Heliers, Jersey," laughingly rejoined Berthe Louison.
"You are a--witch, woman! A wonder!" cried the astounded adventurer.
"Ah! You see that I have trusted you!" she smiled.

"Now, do as I bid you, and you will rise in the service! Remember! You are to do just what I say! The bank here, or in Delhi, will give you always my directions.
Remember! I shall not lose sight of you for a moment, though near or far! And money and promotion will reward your good faith! Go now! my friend," she kindly said, extending her hand.