To whom might she turn?
Cutty!--with his great physical strength, his shrewd and alert mentality, and his wide knowledge of peoples and tongues.

There was the man for her--Kitty Conover's godfather.

She dumped the contents of her handbag upon the stand in the hallway in her impatience to find Cutty's card with his telephone number.

It was not in the directory.

She might catch him before he went out for the evening.
A Japanese voice answered her call.
"'Souse, but he iss out." "Where ?" "No tell me." "How long has he been gone ?" "'Scuse!" Kitty heard the click of the receiver as it went down upon the hook.
But she wasn't the daughter of Conover for nothing.