eight o’clock
There was a silence punctuated only by Alan Hawke 's heavy breathing , until the silent servitor returned , bowing and departing without a word , as he placed the bag at Madame Louison 's side . With a businesslike air , the lady handed Alan Hawke a sealed letter , addressed simply : HUGH FRASER JOHNSTONE , ESQ. , DELHI . Near at hand , in the opened bag , the watchful Major saw the revolver and dagger once more which he had noted , at Lausanne . `` Let Ram Lal deliver that personally to the would-be Baronet , to-morrow morning at eight o'clock . He is to say nothing . There will be no reply , '' measuredly remarked the strange woman whose life as Alixe Delavigne had brought to her the legacy of an undying hatred for the man whom she was about to face . `` This will bring Hugh Johnstone to me at once ! ''