He had, with a prescience of coming trouble, detailed two of his own keenest personal servants to watch the Silver Bungalow, from daylight, relieving each other, and never losing sight a moment of the hidden tiger's den.

"I'll find out who goes and comes there! By God! I will!" he raged.

After a long cogitation, he evolved a "way out" of his quarrel with Hawke.

"Damn the fellow! I must not drive him over into the enemy's camp.

I'll have him here--to breakfast, to-morrow.