It may be a week or more until he receives the sad intelligence." Alan Hawke softly smiled at those touching words, "Sad intelligence." It was only the perfunctory regret of the shark-like lawyer, and the secretly rejoicing heirs.

"This is not a case where the one who goes is happier than the one that's left behind," mused Hawke.

"I must settle matters rapidly with Ram Lal, for if the will leaves the property to Nadine, she must be mine at all costs! "Shall I not send a well-armed man with you, Major ?" asked the Captain.
"It is very late!" "Thanks, Jordan," lightly said the Major.

"I've a good revolver and my service sword--a priceless old wootz steel tulwar.

I'm good for a dozen Pandies! I'm used to Thug--and Dacoit, to bandit and ruffian.