"Not a word! Not a single word to any one! Where are you stopping?
I will come to you tonight!" the excited man sternly said, his firm
hand still clutching the musician's arm.

"Here, at the Casino! Come in after ten! I will await you! But
where did you meet her?" the Polish violinist cried, speaking as
if in a dream.

"You shall know all later! I must get her to the hotel!" He returned
to the physician's side, who authoritatively cried, "Now an easy
carriage and to the Faucon, you said?" In half an hour, Berthe
Louison was sleeping, a nurse at her side, while Alan Hawke counted
the moments crawling on till ten o'clock.






CHAPTER III.

AND AT DELHI WHAT AM I TO DO?





Major Alan Hawke was the "observed of all observers," in the cosy
salon of the Grand Hotel Faucon, when the sympathetic hotel manager
interrupted a colloquy between the handsome Briton and the Doctor.