Euphrosyne Delande, I would have a picture of the woman whom I
seek--the lonely child whom I have hungered for long years to see!
I do not care to expose myself here--"

"The Preceptress might telegraph out to India and the girl be
spirited away!" broke in Alan Hawke.

"Very good! Precisely so!" said Berthe Louison, gravely. "I will
tell you now that I have played perfectly fair with Anstruther! I
have enabled him to assure himself of Nadine Johnstone's regular
standing as the legal and only heiress of the would-be Baronet! I do
not fear Anstruther! He is a gallant boy, worthy to wear a sword,
and, he does not work for hire! He tells me that Euphrosyne Delande
showed him the last pictures of the girl which were sent on before
Hugh Fraser suddenly telegraphed to have his child 'personally
conducted' on carte blanche terms out to join him."

Major Hawke buried his head in his hands and slowly said: "I can
do it easily! We must not be seen together here! Go up to the Hotel
Faucon, at Lausanne, and wait for me there for three days. I have
to remain here at any rate to collect Anstruther's check in London.
I have in my favor all the facts of Anstruther's story. I happen
also to have Anstruther's P. P. C. card. I will bring you the
picture you want, or a half dozen copies. Will you trust to me? I
make no professions!"

"That is right!" sternly said Berthe Louison. "Let our casual
association be one of a mere money interest. We can find each other
out easily. You have no motive to injure me, your own interest now
and always lies the other way. I only wish to have some one at hand