"A splendid job, Ram Lal," he gayly said.

"You must have given them a coat of size and then moistened and ironed them." The old rascal gloomily accepted the professional compliment.

"I observe that you have labored to protect your own indorsement," sportively remarked the Major.
"And now you will return to me my jewels ?" timidly demanded Ram Lal.
"Do you wish me to send the dagger of Mirzah Shah to General Willoughby?
It is deposited here, with a sealed letter," coldly sneered Hawke.
"Should anything happen to me or, to these drafts, it would be sent to the General, and you would hang.

No, I will keep the jewels." And then Major Hawke thrust the shivering wretch out, having liberally paid to him, through Grindlay, the balance due by Berthe Louison.
"I swear that I did not get a single jewel from--from him.

He has hidden them," pleaded Ram Lal.
"Ah! I must look to this" mused Hawke, when Ram Lal had been frightened away with a last stern injunction: "Obey my slightest wishes or you will hang! I will have you watched till I return! There are eyes upon your path that never close in sleep!" Ram Lal shuddered in silence.
Delhi soon forgot the man whom the great stone now covered in the English cemetery, and only General Willoughby and the easy-going civil authorities knew of the cablegram: "Coming on with full power from Senior Executor .-- Douglas Fraser, Junior Executor." The cablegram was dated from Milan, for two keen Scottish brains were now busied with plans to save and care for the worldly gear so suddenly abandoned to their care by Hugh Johnstone.