A sinking at the heart told him that he was in the power of the one man in India whom he knew to be as merciless as himself, for a kindred spirit had fled when the drawer of the Bills of Exchange died alone in the dark, his bubbling shriek stopped by his heart's blood.

The Major sternly said in an icy voice, as he fixed his eyes full on his victim: "I wish you to indorse, every one of those papers.

I wish you to make each one of them read five thousand pounds.

You have done that trick very neatly before, and to put the additional Crown duty stamps upon them." Ram Lal had started up, but he sank back appalled as he looked down the barrel of Hawke's revolver.
"Keep silence or I'll put a ball through your shoulder, and then drag you up to General Willoughby.

He will hang you in chains if I say the word." Alan Hawke was tiger-like now in his rapacity.
"I will leave the first set with you, and you will now give me your check on the Oriental Bank for five thousand pounds.