Paris. You will
receive my sealed directions from Grindlay's agent here, with funds to
settle my affairs. I go to-night to Calcutta, and thence to Europe. Obey
my orders. You will get them, sealed, from the agent here. You can
come on, by Bombay, when I cable to you. I will cable direct here to
Grindlay's. They'll not lose sight of you," she smiled.

"And my relations with old Hugh?" he gasped in surprise.

"Just watch him and follow him on to Europe. Neither you nor he can do
me any harm, but your reward for your manly stand to-day will reach you
in Paris. I knew of it."

"Shall I not see you to the train?" Hawke stammered.

"Ah!" she smiled, extending her hand warmly, "I have a double guard and
my servants. I will be met at Calcutta, and I go on my way safely now to
work a slow vengeance!"

CHAPTER X. A CAPTIVATED VICEROY.

There were several "late parties" in sumptuous Delhi, on the evening
when Madame Berthe Louison drove quietly to the railway station at two
o'clock. A little knot of tired officials were still on duty, and when
some forerunner had given a private signal, a single car, drawn by a
powerful locomotive, glided out of the darkness.

In a few moments a dozen trunks and a score of bags and bundles were
tossed aboard the baggage van. Five persons stepped nimbly aboard, and
then with no warning signal, the Lady of the Silver Bungalow was borne
out into the darkness, racing on toward Calcutta with the swiftness of
the wind.

Jules Victor, vigorous and alert, after several cups of cafe noir, well
dashed with cognac, disposed his two Lefacheux revolvers in readiness,
and then betook himself to a nap. His bright-eyed wife was in the
compartment with her beautiful mistress, and ready to sound a shrill
Gallic alarm at any moment. She gravely eyed the two escorting officials
of the bank. Marie said in her heart that "all men were liars," and she
believed most of them to be voleurs, in addition. Jules, when the little
train was whirling along a-metals a score of miles away from Delhi,
relaxed his Zouave vigilance, and bade a long adieu to Delhi, in a
vigorous grunt. "Va bane! Sacre Canaille!"

There was silence at the railway station when the head agent wearily
said, "I suppose the Bank is moving a lot of notes back to Calcutta!
They are a rum slick lot, these money changers!" When all was left in
darkness, save where a blinking red and white line signal still showed,
Ram Lal Singh crept away