Human beings! The yarn that reporter had missed by a hair--front page, eight-column head! But he had missed it, and that was the main thing.

The poor devil! Beaten and without a sou marque in his pockets, his trail was likely to be crowded without the assistance of any newspaper publicity.

But what a yarn! What a whale of a yarn! In his fevered flights Hawksley had spoken of having paid Kitty for that meal.
Kitty had said nothing about it.

Supposing-- "Telephone, sair," announced the Jap.

"Lady." Molly's girl! Cutty sprinted to the telephone.
"Hello! That you, Kitty ?" "Yes.