They might arrest him, and I need him to pay the protested drafts--later, when I go back on the Viceroy's staff!" He smiled and wove his webs like a spider in his den.
On his arrival in Paris, from a run to the Low Countries, a week later, Major Alan Hawke betook himself at once to No.

9 Rue Berlioz.

And there Marie Victor greeted him, handing him a letter which was dated from Jitomir, Volhynia.

"How is your mistress ?" he affably demanded.
"She is well, and will remain for several months longer in Russia!" politely answered Marie, bowing him out.
"By God, then, she has given up the chase! I see it all!" mused Hawke, as he pored over the letter on his way to the Hotel Binda.

"The trump card she wished to play was to blast the old fellow's hopes of a baronetcy.