It was a unique game of solitaire, the photographs and chrysoprase being substituted for cards; and in some inexplicable manner it permitted him to concentrate upon whatever problem filled his thoughts.

It was purely accidental that he saw Patti to-night or recalled her art.

Coming upon the last photograph without having found a solution of the riddle of Two-Hawks he relaxed the mental pressure; and his sight reestablished its ability to focus.
"Good Lord!" he ejaculated.
He seized the photograph excitedly, scattering the green stones.

She! The Calabrian, the enchanting colouratura who had vanished from the world at the height of her fame, thirty-odd years gone! Two-Hawks! Cutty saw himself at twenty, in the pit at La Scala, with music-mad Milan all about him.

Two-Hawks! He remembered now.