"And, of course, you'll take me into your confidence completely?"

"When the time comes. Half the fun in an adventure is the element of the

unexpected," said Cutty.

"Where did you first meet Stefani Gregor?"

Captain Harrison laughed. He liked this girl. She was keen and could

be depended upon, as witness last night's work. Her real danger lay in

being conspicuously pretty, in looking upon this affair as merely a kind

of exciting game, when it was tragedy.

"What makes you think I know Stefani Gregor?" asked Cutty, genuinely

curious.

"When I pronounced that name you whirled upon me as if I had struck

you."

"Very well. When we learn who Two-Hawks is I'll tell you what I know

about Gregor. And in the meantime you will be ceaselessly under guard.

You are an asset, Kitty, to whichever side holds you. Captain Harrison

is going to stay for dinner. Won't you join us?"

"I'm going to a studio potluck with some girls. And it's time I was on

the way. I'll let your Tony Bernini know. Home probably at ten."

Cutty went with her to the elevator and when he returned to the tea

table he sat down without speaking.

"Why not kidnap her yourself," suggested Harrison, "if you don't want

her in this?"

"She would never forgive me."

"If she found it out."

"She's the kind who would. What do you think of her, Miss Frances?"

"I think she is wonderful. Frankly, I should tell her everything--if

there is anything more to be told."

When dinner was over, the nurse gone back to the patient and Captain

Harrison to his club, Cutty lit his odoriferous pipe and patrolled the

windows of his study. Ever since Kitty's departure he had been mulling

over in his mind a plan regarding her future--to add a codicil to his

will, leaving her five thousand a year, so Molly's girl might always

have a dainty frame for her unusual beauty. The pity of it was that

convention denied him the pleasure of settling the income upon her at

once, while she was young. He might outlive her; you never could tell.

Anyhow, he would see to the codicil. An accident might step in.

He got out his chrysoprase. In one corner of the room there was a large

portfolio such as artists use for their proofs and sketches; and from

this he took a dozen twelve-by-fourteen-inch photographs of beautiful

women, most of them stage beauties of bygone years. The one on top

happened to be Patti. The adorable Patti!... Linda, Violetta, Lucia.

Lord, what a nightingale she had been! He laughed laid the photograph

on the desk, and dipped his hand into a canvas bag filled with polished

green stones which would have great commercial value if people knew more

about them; for nothing else in the world is quite so beautifully green.




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