The rattle of departing wheels was heard as Francois supported the half-fainting woman to her carriage.
"Now for London," growled Major Hawke as the train dashed down the Rhone valley.

"I've got a clear alibi here.

All my letters sent to Justine will be forwarded to the Delhi Club.

One day in London, then to Granville, and Jack Blunt.

They will only get Justine's story if they shadow me, and if I can only hit it off right, at Calcutta.