Harold listened uneasily. He knew perfectly well that Frobisher and Lefroy would not stick at murder even to regain possession of the Blue Stone. If the sacred gem was still in Mrs. Benstein’s possession she would never be allowed to reach home with the thing intact. "I suppose we must wait on events," he said after a pause. "For the present the Shan is not likely to interfere. I have placed him safely at a bridge-table, and there he will sit so long as there is a game, though his kingdom was toppling about his ears. Still, it keeps him sober, and that is the main thing. I suppose Mrs. Benstein did not tell you what she proposed to do?" "I didn’t ask her, Harold. She is so marvellously cool and clever that I felt quite easy in my mind. But there is another foe to fight. I quite forgot to tell you about him." "Did Mrs. Benstein tell you, or did you find it out yourself?" "No. It was Mrs. Benstein. She said somebody was closeted in the private smoking-room with Sir Clement and Count Lefroy. I was to pretend that I didn’t know, and blunder into the room, taking care to get a good sight of the stranger before apologising. I did it very well." Harold squeezed Angela’s waist affectionately. She laid a loving hand on his. "Perhaps you know the man," she went on. "He looks like a true Asiatic, but at the same time he has blue eyes. It struck me as such a singular thing." "I know him perfectly well," Harold muttered. "This thing goes deeper than I expected. The man who is still plotting with these two rascals is Hamid Khan, who calls himself one of the Shan’s ministers. He is perhaps the most dangerous foe my pseudo-master has. If he can only prove that the Blue Stone had been out of the Shan’s possession there will be a change of dynasty in Koordstan. This is the worst piece of news I have heard to-night." "I don’t quite see why you should be so deeply interested," Angela said softly. "My darling, there is a good deal of self at the bottom of it," Harold admitted candidly. "I shouldn’t take all this trouble and run all this risk for a worthless creature like the Shan, unless I could see some benefit in it. I want to pin him down over those concessions, which will make my fortune. They will give me control over one of the richest tracts of land in Koordstan. In a year or two I shall be wealthy." "Just as if it mattered," Angela whispered, rubbing her cheek against Harold’s, "just as if it mattered, when I shall have so much. But don’t forget that you have Mr. Benstein to deal with. You can’t rob him of the stone which he has come by honestly in the way of business."