"I might surrender them later and get an enormous reward from the Crown," he mused.
At the Delhi Club, Major Alan Hawke, in a strange unrest, paced his floor half the night.

"I stand now nearly eleven thousand pounds to the good, with outlying counties to hear from, as the Yankees say." He smiled, "that is, if the old fox does not stop these drafts.

If he does, I'll stop him!" he swore.

And yet, he was troubled at heart.

"I know Alixe Delavigne will call me back and pay me well.