From a window in one of the warehouses, twenty-odd away Cutty, from an angle, had the without being able to or to it. For two hours he had his window, the man on the and if he would turn his toward the candlelight. Then Karlov had entered. Gregor's calm—with the of the time he had his throat—and Karlov's him. To the it had the of a victory for Gregor and a for Karlov, but Cutty had long ago to his without some of character.
He had men. Karlov answered to Kitty's as an old to the hand. And no man, once having Gregor, possibly his head. The old was alive! This the night's one hundred cent. How to a word to him, to him up with, the promise of help? A hard nut to crack; so many obstacles. Primarily, this was a Federal affair. Yonder the and his pack, and it would be to send them just for the of Gregor that he was being over.
Underneath the official there was a personal in not the game to Gregor. Cutty was now positive that the of were in this house. To perform three acts, then: Save Gregor, Karlov and his pack, and privately the emeralds. Findings were keepings. No those green stones. It would not particularly his with St. Peter to play the once in a lifetime. Besides, St. Peter, hadn't he something himself there in the Biblical days; or got into a or something? The old boy would understand. Cutty in the dark.
Any is a blindfold. A open to Cutty, but he the he was obsessed. He wanted those emeralds. Nothing less than the of them would, to his thinking, out a and active career. Later, perhaps, he would the to the and pay the duty; perhaps. Thus his this night may be to the that he and saw through green spectacles.
The idea that the were near by it that he should this exclusively. Coles, the he had sent to with Karlov, was a or down. Coles about the drums, and they must not turn up under his eye. Federal property, in that event.
If he his hands upon the he would something for Kitty. Little thoroughbred!
Time for work. Without Karlov had through this or the other. The job on hand would be to these exits, and then to the on the roof. With his pocket lamp a he to the and the that those of the house. Nothing on this side.
He left the and the for a space. The was deserted. Instead of Karlov's he a of the block. He the entrance to the second without a tom. In the of this he a newly door, painted to the of the foundation. Tiptop.
Immediately he the campaign. There should be two drives—one from the and another from the roof—so that not an or Bolshevik escape. The mouth of the Federal should be at this exit. No what of game he played offside, the itself must succeed absolutely. Nothing should him from making these plans as perfect as it was possible. He would be on hand to search Karlov himself. If the were not on him he would return and the old apart, by lath. Gay old ruffian, wasn't he?
Another point considering: He would keep his under until the hour to came. Some over-zealous might attempt a on his own and everything.
He his way to the end of the cellar, to the doors. Locks gone. He took it for that the real-estate agent would not come with tenants. These doors would take them into the alley, where there were a dozen exits. There was no way out of the house yard, as the wall, ten high and from to warehouse, was blind. Now for the on the roof.
He the three of stairs and with cobwebs. Occasionally he in the of his elbow, over the that there was a of property in New York. Americans were on the move.
The window from which he to the house was obdurate. Only the upper was movable. With any noise at all he this down, it, himself, a good on the ledge, and let himself down. The of his shoes, rubber-soled, just the roof. He silently.
The of the lamp at the the warehouse, and this light was to work by. He the after a series of extra-cautious steps. The was and pebbled, and the least turn of the might start a and an alarm. A comfort-loving dress-suiter like himself, playing Old Sleuth, when he ought to be home and in bed! It was all of two-thirty. What the would he do when there were no more in life?
He and of a of the to test it—and with a curse. Glass! He had cut his hand. The had the with and glass, it. It would take time to cut the trap; and then he wouldn't be sure; they might have it from the inside. The of it was he would have to do the work himself; and in the meantime Karlov would have a wind for his gas, and the of the to some who wasn't above for emeralds. Odd, though, that Karlov should have a of Coles. What that manoeuvre? Well, this must be liberated; no that.
Hang it, he wasn't going to be exactly; it would be a play, for Uncle Sam and for himself. The idea of his blood and money to Uncle Sam and at the same time one over on the old had a appeal.
He up and a from his cheek. As the window from which he had came into range he stared, loose-jawed. Then be chuckled, as when they themselves at the of the sack, the mouth of which has and closed. Wasn't he the old top? Wasn't he Sherlock Holmes plus? Old fool, how the was he going to through that window?
The of jeopardy—even to think of them was unlucky! Not to have planned a retreat; to have a well and cut the rope! For in that was what he had done. Only him up to that window. With he of his blades. Not a in sight. Then he touched his ears. Ah, here was something definite; they had the past hours. Monumental ass!
Of there would be the drain. He escape; but, dear Lord! with noise to wake the dead. And that would “Finis” to this particular adventure. The and the would be gone he return with help. When had gone so smoothly—a like this!
A day, and no mistake, as full of as a bill at a vaudeville, trained-animal act last. Was it possible that he had gone that morning, an Amati ten thousand dollars? Hawksley—no, he couldn't Hawksley. Still, if this Humpty-Dumpty hadn't been pushed off his he, Cutty, would not now be upon this 'twixt the and the sea. To here until would be impossible; to the was impossible—that is, if he wanted to see Boris Karlov again. The way of the was hard.
He sat on his and let his four-square, no object to escape. He saw a against the chimney. Evidently the had up their here. There was no clothesline, however. Caught, well, well caught! If this got he would be laughed out of the game. He wasn't going to put one over on Uncle Sam after all. There might be some of a fire on the of the house. No in taking a look; it would to pass the time.
There was the about three in height. Upturned in the a gift from the gods-a chair, used to the in the happy days when the word “Bolshevism” was to only a select dark angels.
Cutty a hand if toward his star, up the chair, the pole, and to the of the warehouse. Standing on the chair he the of the against the top of the upper and pushed the up. He this act upon the half. He slowly but with all his force. Glory be, the up to ingress! He would eat his in the as usual. To-morrow night he would his line of by a light rope ladder. There was at the of his hair, however, when he the street. He was very tired. He that the which had always itself, no how he had upon it, was to protest. Fifty-two.
Well, his were over for the night. So he believed. Arriving home, dirty and spent, he had to Kitty asleep on the divan!
