We shall meet again, and your conduct will not be forgotten." Alixe Delavigne bowed with the grace of a queen and never lifted her eyes until her sober mentor had brought her to the shelter of his home.
Before they were seated at tiffin the wires bore away this dispatch, which astounded its recipient: "CAP.

ANSON ANSTRUTHER, JUNIOR UNITED SERVICE CLUB, LONDON.
Meet me at Morley's Hotel, London.

Will telegraph you from Brindisi.
Official dispatches to you explain.
BERTHE LOUISON." When the stars lit up the broad Hooghly that night, a swift Peninsular and Oriental Liner drew away down the river, with a smart steam-launch towing at her companionway.

The woman who said adieu to the Viceroy's aid and her grave-faced banker in her splendid rooms had read the brief words of Captain Anstruther, telling her that the electric Ariel was true to his trust.

"All right.