The sense of her future rights stirred her like a bugle blast, and with clear eyes, she looked beyond the three years toward Freedom.
"It rests with you, Justine, as to whether I am left friendless for three years of a gloomy captivity.

First you are to telegraph to Major Harry Hardwicke, Royal Engineers, Delhi, and if you receive no reply, then telegraph to General Willoughby for the Major's address.

When at Granville, and, not before, send this letter to Major Hardwicke at the 'Junior United Service Club, London'." The beautiful girl was blushing rosy red as the sympathetic Swiss folded her to her breast.

"Then, when you get to Paris, go to No.

9 Rue Berlioz, and leave this letter there for Madame Berthe Louison.