two
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`` Ah ! '' she smiled , extending her hand warmly , `` I have a double guard and my servants . I will be met at Calcutta , and I go on my way safely now to work a slow vengeance ! '' There were several `` late parties '' in sumptuous Delhi , on the evening when Madame Berthe Louison drove quietly to the railway station at two o'clock . A little knot of tired officials were still on duty , and when some forerunner had given a private signal , a single car , drawn by a powerful locomotive , glided out of the darkness . In a few moments a dozen trunks and a score of bags and bundles were tossed aboard the baggage van . Five persons stepped nimbly aboard , and then with no warning signal , the Lady of the Silver Bungalow was borne out into the darkness , racing on toward Calcutta with the swiftness of the wind .