"I would wish for nothing better," he said, "were it not that I am resolved to go to England. My mind is set upon it and when I have done, London shall have something to talk about for years to come." "If you are determined, I will say no more," she answered; "but when it is over, and you are free, we will talk again." "You will not forget about the money?" he asked anxiously. She stamped her foot. "Money, money, money," she cried. "It is always the money of which you think. But you shall have it, never fear. And now when shall I see you again?" "In six months’ time at a place of which I will tell you beforehand." "It is a long time to wait." "There is a necklace worth five lacs to pay you for the waiting." "Then I will be patient. Good-bye." "Good-bye, little friend," he said. And then, as if he thought he had not said enough, he added: "Think sometimes of Simon Carne." She promised, with many pretty speeches, to do so, after which he left the room and went downstairs. As he reached the bottom step he heard a cough in the dark above him and looked up. He could just distinguish Liz leaning over the rail. Then something dropped and rattled upon the wooden steps behind him. He picked it up to find that it was an antique ring set with rubies. "Wear it that it may bring thee luck," she cried, and then disappeared again. He put the present on his finger and went out into the dark square. "The money is found," he said, as he looked up at the starlit heavens. "Hiram Singh and Wajib Baksh are to be discovered before noon to-morrow. His Excellency the Viceroy and his amiable lady have promised to stand sponsors for me in London society. If with these advantages I don’t succeed, well, all I can say is, I don’t deserve to. Now where is my Babuji?" Almost at the same instant a figure appeared from the shadow of the building and approached him. "If the Sahib will permit me, I will guide him by a short road to his hotel." "Lead on then. I am tired, and it is time I was in bed." Then to himself he added: "I must sleep to-night, for to-morrow there are great things toward." *CHAPTER III.* *THE DUCHESS OF WILTSHIRE’S DIAMONDS.* To the reflective mind the rapidity with which the inhabitants of the world’s greatest city seize upon a new name or idea, and familiarize themselves with it, can scarcely prove otherwise than astonishing. As an illustration of my meaning let me take the case of Klimo--the now famous private detective, who has won for himself the right to be considered as great as Lecocq, or even the late lamented Sherlock Holmes.