They were underway again when she realized the fearful decrees of a merciless fate! She read with a shudder, the lines again and again, whispering: "Can it be ?" "Hugh Johnstone murdered by persons--unknown at Delhi?
Hasten on to London.

Anstruther will have full details.

Please acknowledge!" And it was half an hour before the beautiful Nemesis who had clouded Hugh Johnstone's life had penned her simple answer.

Only at night, on the voyage afterward, did she ever leave her splendid staterooms, and when Brindisi was reached she vanished with her loyal servants so quickly that even the veriest fortune hunter could not follow on her trail.

"Some terrible row--some sad family happening," was the general smoking-room verdict! But, with a heart strangely yearning to the orphaned child, Berthe Louison hastened, without stopping, by Venice to lovely Munich and on to gay Paris.