It was late in the night when Major Hawke had achieved all the preparations for the funeral of the murdered man, upon the following day.

Simpson and a squad of non-commissioned officers watched where the flickering lights gleamed down upon the dead nabob.
Making his last rounds for the night, Major Hawke, with a soldier's cynical calmness, enjoyed a cheroot upon the veranda, as he bade his captain of the guard take charge until his return.

The Major had most carefully examined the five bills of exchange which now occupied his attention, and his mind was now busied with the dead man's golden store.
He now contemplated a visit to a man whose conscience bothered him not, but whose bosom quaked in fear when Hawke's letter, sent by a messenger, bade Ram Lal await him at midnight.
"Does he know ?" gasped Ram Lal, with chattering teeth, and yet he dared not fly.
An early evening interview with General Willoughby had disclosed to the Major the inconvenient fact that the dead nabob had left a carefully drawn will, whereof Andrew Fraser, of St.Heliers, Jersey, and Douglas Fraser, of Calcutta, were executors.

"There is a duplicate will here in the Bengal Bank," so telegraphed the solicitor, "and I have now notified both the executors.

I presume that Mr.Douglas Fraser will return here at once, as he is absent in Europe on leave.