Now come with me and let us question Simpson.

The rest are merely a lot of apes." And so Major Alan Hawke had ample time to arrange his private plan of campaign as he guarded a respectful silence during Simpson's long relation, for his thoughts were now far away with Berthe Louison, and the lovely orphan, whose only confidante was his tender-hearted dupe Justine Delande.

But the acute adventurer's mind returned to fix itself upon Ram Lal Singh, now blandly smiling in his jewel shop, where the morning gossips babbled over Johnstone Sahib's tragic death.

"I must telegraph to Euphrosyne," thought the Major, "and to 9 Rue Berlioz, Paris, for my will-o-the-wisp employer.

But, Mr.Ram Lal Singh, you shall pay me for what ruin Mirzah Shah's dagger has wrought!" The mantle of silence had fallen forever over the last night's rencontre in the garden.