h of Nana
Sahib." The cool assurance of the adventurer disarmed the now serious
Anstruther, for both the sagacious English officer and his disguised
assistant, Nana Singh, were both dead these many years. "Morley's is my
regular address; I keep up no home club memberships now," coolly said
Hawke, as at last they threw the cards down.

Anstruther picked up his marker card as he glanced at Hawke's ready
money upon the table. There was a ten-pound note folded under the
Major's neat pocket case and a plethoric fold of Bank of England
notes bulged the neat Russia leather. He never knew that only thirteen
one-pound notes made up this brave financial show of his adversary. Alan
Hawke was a past master of keeping up a brave exterior and he blessed
the Cook's Tourists who had that day left these small bills with the
hotel cashier.

"Now, here you are," hastily said Anstruther. "Do you make the same
total as I do?" The spoiled patrician boy carelessly shoved out sixty
pounds in notes and rummaging over his portmanteau produced a check
book. "There, I think that's right. Check on Grindlay, 11 and 12
Parliament Street, for four hundred and twenty-eight." Hawke bowed
gravely with the air of a satisfied duelist, and then carelessly swept
the check and notes into his breast pocket.

"Tell me, what sort of a girl is this Nadine Johnstone," the wanderer
said, by way of a diversion.

"I can't tell you! Only old General Willoughby has pierced the veil.
Of course, Johnstone could not refuse a visit from the Commander of
Her Majesty's forces. In fact, Harry Hardwicke, of the Engineers,
accompanied Willoughby. The old chief treats Hardwicke as a son since
he bore the body of the dear old fellow's son out of fire in the Khyber
Pass, and won a promotion and the V. C. Harry says the girl is a modern
Noor-Mahal! But, she is as speechless and timid as a startled fawn! Now,
Major, you will excuse me. I have to leave you!" There was a fretful
haste in the passionate boy's manner. The hour was already near
midnight.

"Shall I not see you to-morrow?" politely resumed Hawke. "You will
not spend your whole morning with the stern damsel in spectacles and
steel-like armor of indurated poplin?"

"Do you know I'm afraid I shall miss you," earnestly said the aide.
"Hugh Johnstone wishes me to urge Mademoiselle Euphrosyne to allow her
sister to remain in India, in charge of the Rose of Delhi until the old
eccentric returns. Of course, the girl left a