The in Kitty Conover, with her natural curiosity, her to to the of affair. Her newspaper was as from her as the poles; a to the into and consequence. Harmless old Gregor's and the of John Two-Hawks—the of that name!—with his English accent, his Latin gestures, and his black eye, her that it was political; an out of that world over there. Moribund perspectives. What did that save that Johnny Two-Hawks had that day for his life? Had Gregor been away so as to Two-Hawks without support, to and him and his powers of resistance? Or had there been something of great value in the Gregor apartment, and Johnny Two-Hawks had come too late to save his friend?
A word into her mind like a of off an swamp. As she the word she the same and one upon being by a cobra. Internationalism. The of the world to the top. A half-blind at everything—even itself! A who but who not how or what to build. Kitty that New York was with this of terrorism—thousands of European trying to into the of democracy. But she had no particular of the result. The of American and common would that virus. Supposing a from this had touched her feet? The of in the hands of Anarch!
Johnny Two-Hawks. Somehow—even if she saw him again—she she would always him by that name. Phases of the to return. Fine hands; he painted or played. The of well-balanced mentality. A voice. Breeding. To be sure, he had laughed at that out. Anybody would have laughed. Never had she so idiotic. He had the that they might meet again his life was in danger. What danger? Conceivably the of a society—internationalism. The word having in her took root. Internationalism—Utopia while you wait! Anarchism and Bolshevism for humanity's ills! And there were men who the on the that the was honest. Who can say that the not his honourable?
The in the to make him is of and action in all save one. He often out well but he arrives. His is sustained. He one thing and to another. The is his enmity, and cunning, and enduring.
Kitty was to one fact. She not to into this alone. On the other hand, she did not want one of the men from the city room—a who would see nothing but news. If Gregor was only a might be the of his death; and would against Johnny Two-Hawks. To might she turn?
Cutty!—with his great physical strength, his and mentality, and his wide knowledge of and tongues. There was the man for her—Kitty Conover's godfather. She the of her handbag upon the in the in her to Cutty's card with his telephone number. It was not in the directory. She might catch him he out for the evening.
A Japanese voice answered her call.
“'Souse, but he out.”
“Where?”
“No tell me.”
“How long has he been gone?”
“'Scuse!”
Kitty the of the as it upon the hook. But she wasn't the of Conover for nothing. She called up the University Club. No. The Harvard Club. No. The Players, the Lambs; and in the she him.
“Who is it?” Cutty spoke impatiently.
“Kitty Conover.”
“Oh! What's the matter? Can't you have with me?”
“Something very is in this old house, Cutty. I'm it is a of life and death. Otherwise I shouldn't have you. Can you come up right away?”
“As soon as a taxi can take me!”
“Thanks.”
Kitty then through the and out all the lights. Next she up a chair to the window and sat to watch. All was dark across the way. But there was nothing in this fact. Johnny Two-Hawks would have to that it would be to move about in the dark. It was that he was down.
Tumpitum-tump! Tumpitum-tump! the Elevated; and Kitty's along with it. Queer how the echo of Cutty's of the calling a jehad—a war—should itself to that Elevated. Drums! Perhaps the echo she had been measure in his of those two emeralds, the of jeopardy. Mobs and and banks and homes; all the of the world to the top; the Red Night that wasn't over.
She a little laugh. She would tell Cutty. The of weren't but the roll of that upon the spine, the of danger. That was why the Elevated tumpitum-tump! tumpitum-tump! She would tell Cutty. The of fear.
He over there and she here, in darkness; of them waiting for something to happen; and the the of fear. If he were in her might not she be a little in his? She up. She would do it. Convention in a moment like this was nonsense. Hadn't he his of the line scrupulously?
Nonchalance. It to her for the time that there must be good material in a man who come through in a with death, nonchalant. She would him and have him here to meet Cutty, this Johnny Two-Hawks, with his face, his black eye, and his nonchalance. She would him at once. It would save a good of time.
There were but ten in the building, two on a floor. The room an L. Kitty's Gregor's. The was inside, the court; and the was on the Gregor of the elevator. The two each other across the landing.
As Kitty opened her door to step she was to see two men issue from the Gregor door. The moment they her, however, there was a for the head. She the of their all the way to the ground floor; and every to touch her heart. One of them a bundle.
She quickly, and she that she was afraid. Neither man was Johnny Two-Hawks. Something had happened; she was sure of it. Reenforcing her with nerve energy she ran across to the Gregor door and knocked. No answer. She again; then she the door. Locked. The in her died away; she calm. She was going to enter this by the way of the fire escape. The window he had come out of was still up. She had note of this from the kitchen. In returning he had on to the of a snare.
She to her for the automatic. She hadn't the least idea how to it; but she was no longer of it. Bravely she out on to the fire escape. To her she had to walk under the ladder. Danger often puts odd into the brain. As she moved she if there was anything in the ladders.
When she the window she against the and listened. Silence; an silence. The window was open, the up. Within, what? For as long as five minutes she waited, then she in.
Now as this was a of her own she where the light would be. She might over a chair or two, but in the end she would the light. The of one hand spread out her and the other the automatic, she succeeded in the of an room. She for a moment after on the light, and with her to the wall, the at nothing in particular. The room was empty so as she see. There was of a physical encounter, but she not tell it was to the or to the invasion.
Where was he? From where she she not see the on the of the bed. Timidly she walked past the of the bed—and the of of her. She of the power to and hold, and the from her and on the carpet.
On the Johnny Two-Hawks, grotesquely, a of blood across his forehead; to all appearances, dead!
