lady of the bungalow. "You have the
right to teach me a lesson, in both manners and business. I forgot how
sharply I had drawn the line, myself. Well, Sir, I will trust to you
without any assurance on your part." She rang the silver bell at her
side, once, and the silent Jules appeared, as attentive as Rastighello
in the boudoir of the Duchess of Ferrara. "My traveling bag, Jules,"
said the lady, in a careless tone. There was a silence punctuated only
by Alan Hawke's heavy breathing, until the silent servitor returned,
bowing and departing without a word, as he placed the bag at Madame
Louison's side. With a businesslike air, the lady handed Alan Hawke a
sealed letter, addressed simply:

HUGH FRASER JOHNSTONE, ESQ., DELHI.

Near at hand, in the opened bag, the watchful Major saw the revolver and
dagger once more which he had noted, at Lausanne.

"Let Ram Lal deliver that personally to the would-be Baronet, to-morrow
morning at eight o'clock. He is to say nothing. There will be no reply,"
measuredly remarked the strange woman whose life as Alixe Delavigne had
brought to her the legacy of an undying hatred for the man whom she was
about to face. "This will bring Hugh Johnstone to me at once!"

"That is all?" stammered Alan Hawke, as he received the document,
respectfully standing "at attention."

"No, not quite all!" laughed Berthe Louison. "Pray continue a career of
judiciously liberal social splendor here, an external 'swelling port'
just suited to a man whose feet are planted upon a financial rock. But
do not overdo it! It might excite Hugh Johnstone's alarm. Here is five
hundred pounds in notes. There will be no accounts between us."

"And, I am to do nothing else?" cried Hawke, in surprise. "I fear to
have you meet this man alone! He is rich, powerful, and crafty. The
nature of your business, I fear, is that of deadly quarrel. Remember,
this man is at bay. He is unscrupulous. I fear for you!"

The renegade spoke only the truth. For dark memories of Hugh Fraser's
bitter deeds in days past now thronged upon his brain.

"Fear not for me." cried Berthe Louison, springing up like a tigress in
defense of her cubs. "Do you know that his life would be the forfeit of
a lifted finger? Do you take me for a blind fool?" she raged. "Do you
know the power of gold? Ah, my friend, there are unseen eyes watching my
pathway here, and may God have mercy upon any one who practices against
me, in secret! Any 'strange happening' t