The boss's orders." "And if any one does inquire you are to report at once." "That, too." The boy rolled back the door and Kitty stepped out upon a Laristan runner of rose hues and cobalt blue.

She wondered what it cost Cutty to keep up an establishment like this.

There were fourteen rooms, seven facing the north and seven facing the west, with glorious vistas of steam-wreathed roofs and brick Matterhorns and the dim horizon touching the sea.

Fine rugs and tapestries and furniture gathered from the four ends of the world; but wholly livable and in no sense atmospheric of the museum.

Cutty had excellent taste.
She had visited the apartment but twice before, once in her childhood and again when she was eighteen.