P. and O. Company. I will ask at each of these places. I will go
direct to Calcutta, and will then meet you at Delhi. Arriving at
Delhi, you may telegraph to me care Grindlay & Co., Calcutta."

"I wonder if she bled Anstruther," inwardly growled Hawke, as he
recognized the name of that social butterfly's bankers. But the
lady only sweetly continued: "I have some business in Calcutta. You
can write to me at the general postoffice at Allahabad, and leave
your Delhi address there. I shall probably telegraph for you to
come down and meet me there."

Major Hawke, neatly entering the lady's directions in a silver-clasped
betting book, murmured lazily without lifting his eyes: "You seem
to know a great deal about Hindostan."

"I have made a careful study of it for years--long years," said
the woman with a telltale flush of color, as the servants entered
with the impromptu feast.

They were left alone, at an imperious signal, and Madame Louison
bade Hawke regale himself en garcon. The Major paused with suspended
pencil, as he quietly approached the decisive question: "And at
Delhi, what am I to do?"

"You are to take up your old friendship with Hugh Fraser--this
budding baronet," replied Berthe calmly. She was pouring out a
glass of the wine beloved of women, but her hand trembled as she
hastily drank off the inspiring fluid. "All this is bravo--mere
bravo! She's a very smart woman, and a cool customer!" decided the
schemer, who had filled himself up a long drink. He took up at once