For I have a telegram from Euphrosyne, that Major Haivke is at Geneva." Nadine Johnstone rose and seized both of Justine's hands: "Promise me now, by my dead mother's grave, that you will never tell that man anything of our secret compact of to-day! I fear him! I disliked him from the first! He had strange dealings with the dead." The girl's face was stern.

"If I am approached by him in any way, I will cease every communication with you forever! I will have no aid of Alan Hawke." And when the parting hour came, Justine Delande was amazed at the cold dignity with which Nadine Johnstone faced the grim old uncle.

It was only at the gate of the "Banker's Folly," that the heiress for the last time kissed her friend in adieu.

"Fear not for me.

I have learned the lesson of Life.