not announce the loss of the stolen crown jewels!

The family coachman had already departed for Rozel Pier, to bring home
the wounded Simpson, while a doctor, summoned by the messenger from St.
Heliers, was led by Janet Fairbarn to the apartments of the heiress.
Murray and Hardwicke rejoiced in secret over the recovery of the key to
the whole deadlock--from Delhi to London! The game was now won!

At ten o'clock, a staff officer of General Wragge joined Major Hardwicke
and Captain Murray in their room, while one of the terrible army of
twelve policemen of an island populated with "three thousand cooks"
watched over the "Banker's Folly," and another garrisoned the old
martello tower, where Alan Hawke lay alone in the grim majesty of death.
The fox-eyed American professor "invited himself" to breakfast with
Professor Andrew Fraser and cheered the broken old man.

"Never mind, we will finish up the 'History of Thibet' together," he
cried, "when these two swashbucklers are gone, and the house will be
much quieter when the girl is married off and out of the way." But
old Andrew Fraser refused to be comforted. He sternly forbade all
communication with his ward and bitterly bewailed a further personal
loss, which he dared not explain!

"There was a suspicious French fishing-boat lately seen knocking around
Rozel," acutely said Alaric Hobbs. "We also found the bloody trail where
they dragged their wounded away down to the beach. And so they are off
on the sea, with your valuable plunder. No one knows the dead scoundrel
up there."

"But we will finish the Thibet history, if I have to go out there myself
and get the honest information." Whereat old Fraser feebly smiled
and opened his heart to Alaric Hobbs at once. When a bustling country
magistrate arrived to potter around, Andrew Fraser was astounded to see
the General's aid-de-camp lead out the man whom the two officers had
guarded, and send him off to St. Heliers under a military guard.

"Hold this man only as a suspicious person. There may be some mistake.
They say he is known at Rozel Pier as an honest man," said the aide.
"The real robbers seem to have escaped in the boat. The dying robber did
not seem to know this person, who has undoubtedly borne a good character
for a month past at the Jersey Arms as a lodger." It was true, and even
the befuddled Simpson, on his questioning, only could falter that he had
been attacked by three unknown footpads. He failed to make any