to　altitudes　there　are　always　two　angles　of　vision　…　that　from　the
  summit　and　that　from　the　green　valley　below。　　Kitty　saw　him　beyond
  the　tree　line；　but　just　this　side　of　the　snows　…　and　matched　his
  condescension　with　pity！　　He　chuckled。　　Doddering　old　ass；　what
  did　it　matter　how　she　looked　at　him？
  Beautiful　and　young　and　full　of　common　sense；　yet　dangerously
  romantical。　　To　wait　for　the　man　she　wanted；　what　did　that　signify
  but　romance？　　And　there　was　her　Irish　blood　to　consider。　　The
  association　of　pretty　nurse　and　interesting　patient　always　afforded
  excellent　background　for　sentimental　nonsense；　the　obligations　of
  the　one　and　the　gratitude　of　the　other。　　Well；　he　had　nipped　that
  in　the　bud。
  And　why　hadn't　he　taken　this　Two…Hawks　person　…　how　easy　it　was　to
  fall　into　Kitty's　way　of　naming　the　chap！　…　why　hadn't　he　taken　him
  directly　to　the　Roosevelt？　　Why　all　this　pother　and　secrecy　over
  a　total　stranger？　　Stefani　Gregor；　who　lived　opposite　Kitty　and　who
  hadn't　prospered　particularly　since　the　day　he　had　exhibited　the
  drums　of　jeopardy　…　he　was　the　reason。　　These　were　volcanic　days；
  and　a　friend　of　Stefani　Gregor　…　who　played　the　violin　like
  Paganini　…　might　well　be　worth　the　trouble　of　a　little　courtesy。
  Then；　too；　there　was　that　mark　of　the　thong　…　a　charm；　a　military
  identification　disk　or　something　of　value。　　Whatever　it　was；　the
  rogues　had　got　it。　　Murder　and　loot。　　And　as　soon　as　he　returned
  to　consciousness　the　young　fellow　would　be　making　inquiries。
  Perhaps　Kitty's　point　of　view　regarding　a　certain　duffer　aged
  fifty…two　was　nearer　the　truth　than　the　duffer　himself　realized。
  Second　childhood！　　As　if　the　drums　of　jeopardy　would　ever　again
  see　light；　after　that　tempest　of　fire　and　death　…　that　mud
  volcano！
  One　thing　was　certain　…　there　would　be　no　more　cat…napping。　　The
  game　was　on　again。　　He　was　assured　of　that　side　of　it。
  Green　stones；　the　sunlight　breaking　against　the　flaws　in　a　shower
  of　golden　sparks；　green　as　the　pulp　of　a　Champagne　grape；　the　drums
  of　jeopardy！　　Murder　and　loot；　he　could　understand。
  Immediately　after　the　patient　was　put　to　bed　Cutty　changed。　　A
  nondescript　suit　of　the　day…labourer　type　and　a　few　deft　touches
  of　coal　dust　completed　his　make…up。
  〃I　shan't　be　back　until　morning；〃　he　announced。　　〃Work　to　do。
  Kuroki　will　be　at　your　service　through　the　night；　Miss　Frances。
  Strike　that　Burmese　gong　once；　at　any　hour。　　Come　along；　Harrison。〃
  〃Want　any　company？〃　asked　Harrison；　with　a　belligerent　twist　to　his
  moustache。
  Cutty　laughed。　　〃No。　　You　run　along　to　your　lambs。　　I'm　running　with
  the　wolves　to…night；　old　scout；　and　you　might　get　that　spick…and…span
  uniform　considerably　mussed　up。　　Besides；　it's　raining。〃
  〃But　what's　to　become　of　Miss　Conover？　　She　ought　not　to　remain
  alone　in　that　apartment。〃
  〃Well；　well！　　I　thought　of　that；　too。　　But　she　can　take　care　of
  herself。〃
  〃Those　ruffians　may　call　up　the　hospital　and　learn　that　we　tricked
  them。
  〃And　then？〃
  〃Try　to　force　the　truth　from　Miss　Conover。〃
  〃That's　precisely　the　wherefore　of　this　coal　dust。　　On　your　way！〃
  Eleven　o'clock。　　Kitty　was　in　the　kitchen；　without　light；　her　chair
  by　the　window；　which　she　had　thrown　up。　　She　had　gone　to　bed；　but
  sleep　was　impossible。　　So　she　decided　to　watch　the　Gregor　windows。
  Sometimes　the　mind　is　like　a　movie　camera　set　for　a　double　exposure。
  The　whole　scene　is　visible；　but　the　camera　sees　only　half　of　it。
  Thus；　while　she　saw　the　windows　across　the　court　there　entered　the
  other　side　of　her　mind　a　picture　of　the　immaculate　Cutty　crossing
  the　platform　with　Johnny　Two…Hawks　thrown　over　his　shoulder。　　The
  mental　picture　obscured　the　actual。
  She　had　called　him　old。　　Well；　he　was　old。　　And　no　doubt　he　looked
  upon　her　as　a　child；　wanting　her　to　spend　the　night　at　a　hotel！　　The
  affair　was　over。　　No　one　would　bother　Kitty　Conover。　　Why　should
  they？　　But　it　took　strength　to　shoulder　a　man　like　that。　　What　fun
  he　and　her　father　must　have　had　together！　　And　Cutty　had　loved　her
  mother！　　That　made　Kitty　exquisitely　tender　for　a　moment。　　All
  alone；　at　the　age　when　new　friendships　were　impossible。　　A　lovable
  man　like　that　going　down　through　life　alone！
  Census　taker　of　alien　undesirables；　a　queer　occupation　for　a　man　so
  famous　as　Cutty。　　Patriotism　…　to　plunge　into　that　seething
  revolutionary　scum　to　sort　the　dangerous　madmen　from　the　harmless
  mad…men。　　Courage　and　strength　and　mental　resource；　yes；　Cutty
  possessed　these；　and　he　would　be　the　kind　to　laugh　at　a　joke　or　a
  hurt。
  One　thing；　however；　was　indelibly　printed　on　her　mind。　　Stefani
  Gregor　…　either　Cutty　had　met　and　known　the　man　or　he　had　heard　of
  him。
  Suddenly　she　became　conscious　that　she　was　blinking　as　one　blinks
  from　mirror…reflected　sunlight。　　She　cast　about　for　the　source　of
  this　phenomenon。　　Obliquely　from　between　the　interstices　of　the
  fire…escape　platform　came　a　point　of　moving　white　light。　　She　craned
  her　neck。　　A　battery　lamp！　　The　round　spot　of　light　worked　along　the
  cement　floor；　vanished　occasionally；　reappeared；　and　then　vanished
  altogether。　　Somebody　was　down　there　hunting　for　something。　　What？
  Kitty　remained　with　her　head　out　of　the　window　for　some　time；
  unmindful　of　the　spatter　of　rain。　　But　nothing　happened。　　The　man
  was　gone。　　Of　course　the　incident　might　not　have　the　slightest
  bearing　upon　the　previous　adventures　of　this　amazing　night；　still；
  it　was　suggestive。　　The　young　man　had　worn　something　round　his　neck。
  But　if　his　enemies　had　it　why　should　this　man　comb　the　court；
  unless　he　was　a　tenant　and　had　knocked　something　off　a　window　ledge？
  She　began　to　appreciate　that　she　was　very　tired；　and　decided　to　go
  back　to　bed。　　This　time　she　fell　asleep。　　Her　disordered　thoughts
  rearranged　themselves　in　a　dazzling　dream。　　She　found　herself
  wandering　through　a　glorious　translucent　green　cavern　…　a　huge
  emerald。　　And　in　the　distance　she　heard　that　unmistakable
  tumpitum…tump！　　tumpitum…tump！　　It　drew　her　irresistibly。　　She
  fought　and　struggled　against　the　fascinating　sound；　but　it　continued
  to　draw　her　on。　　Suddenly　from　round　a　corner　came　the　squat　man；
  his　hair　a　la　Fuzzy…Wuzzy。　　He　caught　her　savagely　by　the　shoulder
  and　dragged　her　toward　a　fire　of　blazing　diamonds。　　On　the　other
  side　of　that　fire　was　a　blonde　young　woman　with　a　tiara　of　rubies
  on　her　head。　　〃Save　me！　　I　am　Olga；　Olga！〃　　Kitty　struggled
  fiercely　and　awoke。
  The　light　was　on。　　At　the　side　of　her　bed　were　two　men。　　One　of
  them　was　holding　her　bare　shoulder　and　digging　his　fingers　into　it
  cruelly。　　They　looked　like　coal　heavers。
  〃We　do　not　wish　to　harm　you；　and　won't　if　you're　sensible。　　Where
  did　they　take　the　man　you　brought
  CHAPTER　XI
  Kitty　did　not　wrench　herself　loose　at　once。　　She　wasn't　quite　sure
  that　this　was　not　a　continuance　of　her　nightmare。　　She　knew　that
  nightmares　had　a　way　of　breaking　off　in　the　middle　of　things；　of
  never　arriving　anywhere。　　The　room　looked　natural　enough　and　the
  pain　in　her　shoulder　seemed　real　enough；　but　one　never　could　tell。
  She　decided　to　wait　for　the　next　episode。
  〃Answer！〃　cried　the　spokesman　of　the　two；　twisting　Kitty's　shoulder。
  〃Where　did　they　take　him？〃
  Awake！　　Kitty　wrenched　her　shoulder　away　and　swept　the　bedclothes
  up　to　her　chin。　　She　was　thoroughly　frightened；　but　her　brain　was
  clear。　　The　spark　of　self…preservation　flew　hither　and　about　in
  search　of　expediencies；　temporizations。　　She　must　come　through　this
  somehow　with　the　vantage　on　her　side。　　She　could　not　possibly　betray
  that　poor　young　man；　for　that　would　entail　the　betrayal　of　Cutty
  also。　　She　saw　but　one　avenue；　the　telephone；　and　these　two　men
  were　on　the　wrong　side　of　the　bed；　between　her　and　the　door。
  〃What　do　you　want？〃　　Her　throat　was　so　dry　she　wondered　whether
  the　words　were　projected　far　enough　for　them　to　hear。
  〃We　want　the　address　of　the　wounded　man　you　brought　into　this
  apartment。〃
  〃They　took　him　to　a　hospital。〃
  〃He　was　taken　away　from　there。〃
  〃He　was？〃
  〃Yes；　he　was。　　You　may　not　know　where；　but　you　will　know　the　address
  of　the　man　who　tricked　us；　and　that　will　be　sufficient。〃
  〃The　army　surgeon？　　He　was　called　in　by　chance。　　I　don't　know　where
  he　lives。〃
  〃The　man　in　the　dress　suit。〃
  〃He　was　with　the　surgeon。〃
  〃He　came　first。　　Come；　we　have　no　time　to　waste。　　We　don't　want　to
  hurt　you；　and　we　hope　you　will　not　force　us。
  〃Will　you　step　out　of　the　room　while　I　dress？〃
  〃No。　　Tell　us　where　the　man　lives；　and　you　can　have　the　whole
  apartment　to　yourself。〃
  〃You　speak　English　very　well。〃
  〃Enough！　　Do　you　want　us　to　bundle　you　up　in　the　bedclothes　and
  carry　you　off？　　It　will　not　be　a　pleasant　experience　for　a　pretty
  young　woman　like　yourself。　　Something　happened　to　the　man　you　knew
  as　Gregory。　　Will　that　make　you　understand？〃
  〃You　know　what　abduction　means？〃
  〃Your　police　will　not　catch　us。〃
  〃But　I　might　give　you　the　wrong　address。〃
  〃Try　it　and　see　what　happens。　　Young　lady；　this　is　a　bad　affair
  for　a　woman　to　be　mixed　up　in。　　Be　sensible。　　We　are　in　a　hurry。〃
  〃Well；　you　seem　to　have　acquired　at　least　one　American　habit！〃　said
  a　gruff　voice　from　the　bedroom　doorway。　　〃Raise　your　hands　quickly；
  and　don't　turn；〃　went　on　the　gruff　voice。　　〃If　I　shoot　it　will