My secret orders from the Viceroy are for your ear alone.

Your life-quest to reach Nadine's side can only betaken up after Murray and Hardwicke have finished their little masquerade at the 'Banker's Folly.' Let this secret be ours, alone! Do you promise me, Alixe?
I will aid you, heart, life, and soul!" And, with her eyes softly shining in a growing tenderness, Alixe Delavigne murmured: "I trust you in all things! It shall be as you wish." Captain Anstruther then led the way to the library, and closing the doors with the minute attention of a true conspirator, cried: "Murray, we will hear from you first!" Seated, with her lips parted in an expectant smile, Alixe Delavigne listened in amazement as "Red Eric" proceeded.
"I got the little idea from Frank Halton, of the Globe.

You may know that he was out at the Khyber Pass seven years ago, as the war correspondent of the Telegraph, and he ran over Cabul at the time of the Penj-Deh incident.

He has prepared a series of varied skits and personal items covering the visit incognito of Prince Djiddin, a Thibetan noble of ancient and shadowy lineage.

This 'Asiatic Lion' will be duly kept in the shadows of a mysterious seclusion in the Four Kingdoms until we introduce him to a small section of the British public.
"The Globe, the Indian Mail, the Mirror, the Colonial Gazette, and other periodicals will darkly hint at his itinerary, and he will be paraded judiciously, and no vulgar eye must ever rest upon him.