I didn't know." Cutty's heart began to rap against his ribs.

Supposing, after all, Karlov hadn't the stones?
Supposing Hawksley had hidden them somewhere in Kitty's kitchen?
"Anything about Gregor ?" "No.

Remember, you're to call me up twice a day and report the news.
Don't go out nights if you can avoid it." "I'll be good," Kitty agreed.

"And now I must hie me to the job.
Imagine, Cutty!--writing personalities about stage folks and gabfesting with Burlingame and all the while my brain boiling with this affair! The city room will kill me, Cutty, if it ever finds out that I held back such a yarn.

But it wouldn't be fair to Johnny Two-Hawks.