signed by Mrs. Costobell and by several Chinese servants whom he bribed to give false evidence.  He promised to marry Mrs. Costobell if her husband died, or, in any event, to bring about a divorce when the Hong Kong affair had blown over.  Then she learnt that he was after Miss Iris, and there is no doubt her fury helped on the fever.  Costobell said that, for his wife’s sake, he would have kept the wretched thing secret, but he was compelled to clear Anstruther’s name, especially as he came across the other old Johnnie—­”

“Pompey, you are incoherent with excitement.  Who is ’the other old Johnnie’?” asked the first luff severely.

“Didn’t I tell you?  Why, Anstruther’s uncle, of course, a heavy old swell with just a touch of Yorkshire in his tongue.  I gathered that he disinherited his nephew when the news of the court-martial reached him.  Then he relented, and cabled to him.  Getting no news, he came East to look for him.  He met Costobell the day after the lady died, and the two swore—­the stout uncle can swear a treat—­anyhow, they vowed to be revenged on Ventnor, and to clear Anstruther’s character, living or dead.  Poor old chap!  He cried like a baby when he asked the youngster to forgive him.  It was quite touching.  I can tell you——­”

Playdon affected to search for his pocket-handkerchief.

“Do tell us, or it will be worse for you,” cried his mentor.

“Give me time, air, a drink!  What you fellows want is a phonograph.  Let me see.  Well, Costobell shook Ventnor off at last, with the final observation that Anstruther’s court-martial has been quashed.  The next batch of general orders will re-instate him in the regiment, and it rests with him to decide whether or not a criminal warrant shall be issued against his lordship for conspiracy.  Do you fellows know what conspir——?”

“You cuckoo!  What did Miss Deane do?”

“Clung to Anstruther like a weeping angel, and kissed everybody all round when Ventnor got away.  Well—­hands off.  I mean her father, Anstruther and the stout uncle.  Unfortunately I was not on in that scene.  But, for some reason, they all nearly wrung my arm off, and the men were so excited that they gave the party a rousing cheer as their rickshaws went off in a bunch.  Will no Christian gentleman get me a drink?”

The next commotion arose in the hotel when Sir Arthur Deane seized the first opportunity to explain the predicament in which his company was placed, and the blow which Lord Ventnor yet had it in his power to deal.

Mr. William Anstruther was an interested auditor.  Robert would have spoken, but his uncle restrained him.

“Leave this to me, lad,” he exclaimed.  “When I was coming here in the Sirdar there was a lot of talk about Sir Arthur’s scheme, and there should not be much difficulty in raising all the brass required, if half what I heard be true.  Sit you down, Sir Arthur, and tell us all about it.”