"Sly old boy you were!" the service men laughed, over their glasses, while wetting his new uniform.

"A man must not tell all he knows!" patiently replied Major Hawke, with the sad, sweet smile of a man who had dropped into a good thing.
As he rolled along toward Delhi, he seriously cogitated "playing fair" in his new capacity.

"Perhaps it will pay!" he mused.

"But I will even up with that old hog, Johnstone!" He dared not contemplate now any substantial treason to Madame Alixe Delavigne.

"She is a witch woman! She seems to have an untold backing! The Bankers, even, the Viceroy, and the French Consul-General, too.