ed, as the Delhi train trundled
into the station.

A steely glare lit up his eyes as he advanced with raised sun helmet to
meet the Lady of the Silver Bungalow.

In the train were one or two of the curious Delhi quid nuncs, who
smiled and exchanged glances as the embryo Sir Hugh led the lady to the
carriage.

On the box Jules Victor sat bolt upright clasping a traveling bag, while
Marie gazed at the swarming streets of Calcutta from her mistress's
side. "She is on the defensive. I'll show her a trick," old Hugh
murmured, as he noted the servants' presence.

A few murmured words exchanged between the secret foes caused Hugh
Johnstone to sternly cry, "To Grindlay and Company's Bank."

The dark goddess Kali, patron demon of Kali Ghatta, was hovering above
them in the pestilential air as the carriage swiftly rolled along the
superb streets of the metropolis born of Governor Charnock's settlement
in sixteen eighty-six. The gift of an Emperor of Delhi to the ambitious
English, Fort William had grown to be an octopus of modern splendor.
Down the circular road, past the splendid Government House, they
silently sped through the "City of Palaces." Berthe Louison never noted
the varied delights of the Maiden Esplanade, nor, even with a glance
honored Wellesley and Ochterlony, raised up there in marble effigy.
Her face was as fixed as bronze, while Hugh Johnstone, right and left,
saluted his countless friends.

Men of the Bengal Asiatic, the Bethune, the Dai-housie, plumed generals,
native princelings, gay aides-de-camp, grave judges, and university
Dons eagerly bowed to the richest civilian in Bengal--the homage of
triumphant wealth.

Stared at from club windows, Johnstone, with proudly erect head, nodded
to fashion's fools, crowding there all eager to catch a glimpse of the
lovely Lady Johnstone in posse.

For these last days of waiting had been only a mental torture to the
nabob assailed by rallying gossipers. He was now counting grimly the
moments till a telegram from Delhi should seal his safety for life. And
then, his dark and silent revenge!

At Grindlay's Bank, Madame Louison quietly descended, leaning on the arm
of Hugh Johnstone. There was hurrying to and fro on their appearance,
and in ten minutes a second carriage received the disguised Alixe
Delavigne, while the Manager of Grindlay's escorted her, under the eyes
of her two guardians. The Golden Calf was the reigning god, even in
these later days.

With a