"Bowanee! Bowanee! You have betrayed your servant!" was his cry as he sought the safety of the Zenana.
Major Hawke tasted all the sweets of a great secret triumph as he cast up his accounts.

"The five thousand pounds frightened from this old wretch, Ram Lal, really squares me with the estate of the 'dear departed.' The jewels are worth twice as much more, and, with Ram Lal's indorsement all the other drafts on Glyn's bank are as good as gold.
There is twenty thousand clear profit.

I will send them on now for acceptance, openly, through the Credit Lyonnaise when I get to Paris.
For Berthe Louison will give me, also, a good character.

Old Ram's indorsements make them perfectly good anywhere.

I had better hide the details of this windfall, out here.