He has always a half dozen pretty girls hanging around there, and many a good looking stranger has ended his 'tour' by a sudden drop through the flow of the drinking room over the wharf where Etienne keeps his 'boats to let.'" "How does he do it ?" mused Alan Hawke.

"It's a risky game in France." Jack Blunt laughed.
"A few puffs of smoke in a cognac glass, and the subject is knocked out for an hour after drinking from the nicotine-filmed crystal, bless you," laughed Blunt, "there's never a mark on Etienne's victims.

He is too fine for that, only cases of plain, simple, 'accidental drowning.' "You may as well address me as 'Joseph Smith, Jersey Arms, Rozel Pier, Jersey.' I am solid with Mrs.Floyd, the landlady there," said the scoundrel mobsman, anxious to spend some of his cash.
"All right, then, Jack! Go ahead!" cheerfully cried Major Hawke.

"Don't overgo my instructions a single hair! I'll either join you in the grand stroke, or else meet you at Granville and there tell you what to do.
Remember that I'll settle all your Jersey bills, and I will send a post order for ten pounds extra to you at the 'Jersey Arms,' to give you a local standing with the postman.
"That you can spend on the underlings around the Banker's Folly, but beware of an old body servant named Simpson--an old red-coat who may turn up any day now from India! He was Johnstone's own man, and he hates me, at heart, I know! Now, if you can do the 'artist act,' you must find out where the old man keeps his stuff! I don't know yet whether we want him first or the girl; or to crack the whole crib! If we ever do, then, Simpson must get the--" Hawke grimly smiled, as he drew his hand across his throat! "I must be off!" he hastily said as he noted the time.
On his way over to Folkestone, Major Alan Hawke mused over his great coup, as he lay at ease, wrapped up in a traveling rug, and now resplendent in a fur-trimmed top coat, befrogged and laced, which indicated the officer en retraite.
"I will first do up Holland, Belgium, and Denmark, and take a little preliminary look around Paris," mused the Major, studying a list of the missing jewels which Captain Anstruther had artfully arranged.

Sundry deductions and additions, with an admirable disorder in the items (judiciously divided and reclassified) served to guard against any old confidences exchanged between Ram Lal and his secret friend Hawke.