A phrase, apparently quite irrelevant to the situation, shot into Kitty's head.

Moribund perspectives.

Instantly she knew, with that foretasting mind of hers, that the man peering over the policeman's shoulder and Johnny Two-Hawks had met somewhere that day.

She was now able to compare the results, and she placed the victory on Two-Hawks' brow.

Yonder individual somehow justified the instinct that had prompted her to play the good Samaritan.