"Here is a juncture where all our various interests are deeply involved.

You and Justine may lose the well-earned reward of years.

I must be near Justine, now, to protect you both.

I fear this old mummy Fraser! If he controls the fortune, then he and his hopeful son will probably steal half of it.

Thats a fair allowance for an ordinary executor! It is all for one, and, one for all, now! Write under seal to Justine that I am near--only do not mention names!" With an affected tenderness, Hawke kissed the pallid lips of the daughter of Minerva, and slipped away to Lausanne, whence he took the midnight train for Paris.
"I might look around and dispose of my jewels in Paris," he thought as he neared that "gay and festive city." But his serious business with the Credit Lyonnais as to the negotiation of the four "raised" bills of exchange, and his desire to at once come to terms with Madame Berthe Louison, caused him to postpone the vending of the jewels so neatly extorted from Ram Lal.
"I have lots of ready money now--too much, even, for safety in travel, and the jewels will keep." With a strange anxious craving to see his fair employer he drove directly to No.