He waved off their inquiries, as an orderly dashed up to the door.
"General Willoughby's compliments, Sir.

You are to report to him instantly at the Marble House! You can take my horse, Major! I'll bring yours on." And so, lightly leaping into the saddle, the Major galloped away, with an approving nod.

"There'll be a devil of a racket over this thing!" he reflected, as he dashed along.

And he chuckled with glee at his prudence in hiding away the dagger which he had picked up in the garden.

For, a moonlight-eyed Eurasian girl, hidden in a little cottage, was the only human being in Delhi who knew of the hasty visit her secret lover had made in the night.