impassive face, as he glided away to meet the strange woman
whom he distrusted. "I hold the trump cards now, my lady!" he cried, as
he watched Miss Genie's handkerchief fluttering on the quay. Major Alan
Hawke wasted no time in his three hours' voyage to Lausanne-Ouchy in
carefully preparing for his interview with Madame Berthe Louison. He
abandoned the idea of trying the "whip hand," remembering how
suddenly he had descended from the "high horse." "Bah! She is about as
sentimental as a rat-tail file. However, she is good for my passage
to India, at any rate, and, the nearer I am to old Johnstone and this
pretty heiress to be, the better my all-round chances are." So, he
contented himself with watching the pictured shores of Lake Leman glide
by, and wondering if he might not turn aside safely to the chase of
the bright-eyed, sharp-featured, Miss Genie Forbes. He had profited by
Phineas Forbes's frank disclosures, and yet the Madame Sans Gene manners
of the heiresses rather frightened him. He was aware from the amatory
failure in the dim old cathedral that Miss Genie was armed cap-a-fie.
"Those American girls, apparently so approachable, are all ready to
stand to arms at a moment's notice." And so, he drifted back in his day
dreams toward the Land of the Pagoda Tree, with Ouchy and Chillon. He
studied the beautiful face of the lonely child from the school-girl
photograph, and decided, in spite of hideous frocks and a lack of
conventional war paint, that she was a rare beauty.

"Yes! She will do--with the money. All she needs is the art to show
off her points, and that is easily gained. The recruits in Vanity
Fair easily pick up the tricks of society, and old Hugh's money and
prospective elevation will surely draw suitors around like flies
swarming near the honey." The boat gracefully glided in to the port of
Ouchy before Major Hawke's day dream faded away.

A flattering dream which led him on to a future gilded by Sir Hugh
Johnstone's money. He longed to ruffle it bravely with the best. To
hold up his head once more in official circles, and to smother the ugly
floating memories ef a renegade who had served those English guns under
the fierce Sikkim hill tribes against his one-time fellow soldiers. "I
must have that money, with or without the girl! There must be a way
to it! I will cut through the barriers to get it!" There was a steely
glitter in his blue eyes as he murmured: "Now for the fox's hide! She
shall have her