When he stepped out of the house, attended by the frightened murderer, Alan Hawke whispered from the carriage: "Your house is under a close watch--even now.

Remember--I give you till sundown, and if you fail, I will come with the guard! I shall seal up the dagger and leave it here with a message to the General Willoughby Sahib to be given to him, at once, by one who knows you! So, I can trust you.

Nothing must happen to your dear friend, you know!" he smilingly said in adieu, as Ram Lal groaned in anguish.
Alan Hawke had closely examined the vehicle, and he sat with his drawn revolver ready as he drove down the still lit-up Chandnee Chouk.

In a storm of remorse and agony, the plundered jeweler was now doubly locked up in his room.

"I must do this devil's bidding!" he murmured.