ur mouth shut and you may find your provisional rank
confirmed."

To Berthe Louison's secret agents, the Grindlay Bank at Delhi, Major
Hawke had delivered a sealed envelope. "Use this only at your sorest
need. I will see Madame Louison probably before she has any orders for
me, as to her private affairs." When the envelope was opened the words
"Major Alan Hawke, Hotel Faucon, Lausanne, Switzerland," gave the only
address which the adventurer dared to leave. And it was that which the
cowering Ram Lal Singh copied when he brought to Alan Hawke the four
sets of altered Bills of Exchange, and the Bank of England notes for the
check of five thousand pounds.

Major Hawke surveyed the skillfully raised Bills of Exchange and
carefully examined them in a dark room with a light, and also before the
glaring sun rays. "A splendid job, Ram Lal," he gayly said. "You must
have given them a coat of size and then moistened and ironed them." The
old rascal gloomily accepted the professional compliment. "I observe
that you have labored to protect your own indorsement," sportively
remarked the Major.

"And now you will return to me my jewels?" timidly demanded Ram Lal.

"Do you wish me to send the dagger of Mirzah Shah to General Willoughby?
It is deposited here, with a sealed letter," coldly sneered Hawke.
"Should anything happen to me or, to these drafts, it would be sent to
the General, and you would hang. No, I will keep the jewels."

And then Major Hawke thrust the shivering wretch out, having liberally
paid to him, through Grindlay, the balance due by Berthe Louison.

"I swear that I did not get a single jewel from--from him. He has hidden
them," pleaded Ram Lal.

"Ah! I must look to this" mused Hawke, when Ram Lal had been frightened
away with a last stern injunction:

"Obey my slightest wishes or you will hang! I will have you watched till
I return! There are eyes upon your path that never close in sleep!" Ram
Lal shuddered in silence.

Delhi soon forgot the man whom the great stone now covered in the
English cemetery, and only General Willoughby and the easy-going civil
authorities knew of the cablegram: "Coming on with full power from
Senior Executor.--Douglas Fraser, Junior Executor." The cablegram was
dated from Milan, for two keen Scottish brains were now busied with
plans to save and care for the worldly gear so suddenly abandoned to
their care by Hugh Johnstone. Though Delhi was swept as with a besom,
no trace of