Under the huge camphor tree where the cobra had risen in its horrid menace before the frightened girl, a dark figure waited till a man glided to his side.

His head was bent as the spy reported "Simpson is gone to the quarter.

Two of our men have followed him, and, if he returns, he will be stopped on the way." The only answer was an outstretched arm, and the whispered words, "Go, then, and watch." "It is the very night--the night of all nights!" muttered the watcher under the tree, and then, stealing forward, he tapped three times at the window where Hugh Johnstone stood with his heart beating high in all the pride of a coming triumph ready to open to the man who was settling hisprivate affairs.
"No one shall know that I have stolen away," he mused.

"Forever and in the night." A light foot pressed the floor as the expected one glided over the low window sill.

There was a night lamp burning dimly in a shaded corner.
"Put out the light.