Death has struck down her prey, and, she will now wait till the girl is free! She is too sly to face old Fraser; his brother has warned him.

But she says she will need me in the winter, on her return." The deceived scoundrel laughed.

"The coast is left clear for me now! I'll telegraph to Joseph Smith, run on to Geneva, deposit my own jewels there, in the agency of the Credit Lyonnais, and then return the notifications of protest of the Bills of Exchange to Ram Lal.
"I wonder if I can steal those jewels, get my Major's rank as a reward from the Viceroy, and marry the girl?
It would be the luck of a life!" he dreamed.
Two days later, on the terraces of Lausanne, he laughed over Jack Blunt's cheeky campaign.
"The 'artist dodge' worked to a charm," wrote Jack.

"I used the Kodak, and I have a dozen good views of the house, and as many more of the grounds.

My chapter on the 'Artistic Homes of Jersey,' will be a full one! I soon jollied a couple of the London maid servants into my confidence.