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Updated: May 9, 2025
Perhaps she had been treating him as shell-shocked when there was nothing at all the matter with his nerves. Presently Kuroki came in with a yellow envelope, which he laid at the side of Cutty's plate. "Telegrams!" exploded Cutty. "Hang it, I don't want any telegrams!" "Open it and have it over with," suggested Kitty. "If you don't mind."
Of course the glamour would not last; it never did, but he felt he could sustain it until yonder chap was off and away. That evening at five-thirty Kitty received a box of beautiful roses, with Cutty's card. "Oh, the lovely things!" she cried. She kissed them and set them in a big copper jug, arranged and rearranged them for the simple pleasure it afforded her.
Cutty's strong on that. Well, mind your step. The boys are bringing in queer scraps about something big going to happen May Day no facts, just rumours. Better shoot for home the shortest route each night and stick round there." There are certain spiritual exhilarants that nullify caution, warning the presence of danger.
"Fiddlesticks! All I've got to do in danger is to press a button, and presto! here's Bernini." "Kitty, did Hawksley pay you for that meal?" "Good heavens, no! What makes you ask that?" "In his delirium he spoke of having paid you. I didn't know." Cutty's heart began to rap against his ribs. Supposing, after all, Karlov hadn't the stones?
"Shan't go through with you to the car. Kuroki is waiting. Good-bye!" The redcaps seized the luggage, and Hawksley and his bride followed them through the gate. Because he was tall Cutty could see them until they reached the bumper. Funny old world, for a fact. Next time they met the wounds would be healed Hawksley's head and old Cutty's heart. Queer how he felt his fifty-two.
For instance, every maid will agree that her father is brave; but tell her he is a hero because he pays his bills regularly and she will accept the statement with a smile of tolerant indulgence. Thus Kitty viewed Cutty's activities with a thrill of amazed wonder. Had the young man hoisted Cutty to his shoulders her feeling would have been one of exultant admiration.
En route to the Subway she never looked back. At Forty-second Street she detrained, walked into the Knickerbocker, entered the ladies dressing room, turned her coat, redraped her hat, checked her gaiters, and sought a taxi. Within two blocks of Cutty's she dismissed the cab and finished the journey on foot. At the left of the lobby was an all-night apothecary's, with a door going into the lobby.
She sensed an undercurrent, and her first attempt to touch it had failed. The mere name of Stefani Gregor had not roused Cutty's astonishment. She was quite positive that the name was not wholly unfamiliar to her father's friend. Still, something warned her not to press in this direction. He would be on the alert. She must wait until he had forgotten the incident.
She assumed a haughty expression such as the Duchess of Gerolstein assumes when she appoints the private to the office of generalissimo and with a careless wave of the hand said: "Summon His Highness!" Between Cutty's heart and his throat there was very little space at that moment for the propelment of sound.
"Do you know where he went?" "Never know. But I'll be in this bird cage until he comes back." "I shall have to wait for him." "Up she goes!" As Kitty stepped out into the corridor a wave of confusion assailed her. She hadn't planned against Cutty's absence.
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