What was he doing to-night?
Was he wandering about the bazaars in some disguise, learning the secrets of that strange native India that had drawn him into her toils?
She tried to picture that hidden life of his, but could not.

The keen, steady eyes, set in that calm, emotionless face, held her persistently, defeating imagination.

Of one thing only was she certain.

He might baffle others, but by no amount of ingenuity could he ever deceive her.
She would recognize him in a moment whatever his disguise.

She was sure that she would know him.