The woman's vanity made her an easy victim.

The "descendant of Thibetan Kings" could not, of course, speak intelligibly, but the yellow sovereigns which he carried were the magic talisman which opened at once the pretty maid servant's softened heart.
It was a long half hour before the happy Nadine Johnstone returned to join the kinsman of the Maharajah of Cashmere.

Her eyes were gleaming in a tender, dawning lovelight, her lips still thrilling with Alixe Delavigne's warm kisses.

In her heart, there still rang out her mysterious visitor's last words: "Wait, darling! My own darling! Before another month the secret Government agent will have officially visited Andrew Fraser.

We are all ready to act with crushing power when the happy moment safely arrives.