She called up the University Club.No.The Harvard Club.No.The Players, the Lambs; and in the latter club she found him.
"Who is it ?" Cutty spoke impatiently.
"Kitty Conover." "Oh! What's the matter?
Can't you have lunch with me ?" "Something very strange is happening in this old apartment house, Cutty.
I'm afraid it is a matter of life and death.

Otherwise I shouldn't have bothered you.

Can you come up right away ?" "As soon as a taxi can take me!" "Thanks." Kitty then went through the apartment and turned out all the lights.
Next she drew up a chair to the kitchen window and sat down to watch.
All was dark across the way.

But there was nothing singular in this fact.

Johnny Two-Hawks would have sense enough to realize that it would be safer to move about in the dark.