"What's the wrong--to tell her?" he had mused, under the spell of the
loving eyes. "We go straight through, and I am in charge till my father
takes her out of my hands! Poor girl, it will be a grim enough life with
him. Not a man will ever set eyes on her face without old Hugh's written
order!" And it was thus that Justine was enabled to warn her own lover
when she had slipped away and cabled by her mistress's orders to the
young Lochinvar at Delhi:

"Captain Harry Hardwicke, Royal Engineers, Delhi: Letters for you at
Andrew Fraser's, St Agnes Road, St. Heliers, Jersey. Come."

The Swiss woman shuddered as she boldly signed Nadine! And this same
dispatch when received by the young officer, now busied with the
Viceroy's mandate, brought the sunlight of Love back into his darkened
soul! The minutes seemed to lengthen into hours until the special train
was ready. At the risk of his military future, the Major gave to the
faithful Simpson his London Club address. "If anything happens here,
you must go to General Willoughby. Tell him what you want me to know.
He will send it on, and give you a five-pound note. Remember! Simpson,
you'll die in my service if you stand true!"

"That I will, for your brave father's sake, and for the young lady's
bright eyes! Bless her dear, sunny face! Tell her that I will work for
her in life and death!" And when, in a few days the lengthened absence
of Major Harry Hardwicke and Red Eric Murray was noted, the groups only
conjectured a little junket to some near-by station, or a long shikaree
trip. But Simpson and General Willoughby knew better. Simpson was a
"lord" in these days, in the quarter, for Hardwicke had not left Delhi
with a closed hand.

And old Hugh Johnstone, greatly relieved at heart, was now busied in
secretly arranging for his own flitting. "I'll run down to Calcutta, see
the Viceroy, give Abercromby a splendid dinner, and then slip off home,
on the quiet, via Ceylon. I'll send Douglas back when I get to Jersey,
and then I can put those jewels where no human being can ever trace
them! Once that brother Andrew has my full orders as to Nadine, I will
bar this she-devil forever from her side! On the excuse of a leisurely
contemplated tour, I can have the rich Jew brokers of Amsterdam and
Frankfort, with their agents in Cairo and Constantinople, divide up the
jewels among the foreign crown-heads. I am then safe! safe! No human
hand can ever touch me now," he gloated.

There was