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Updated: June 4, 2025
Still, there would be stuff to excite her interest and suspicion. Hawksley had shown her some of that three hundred thousand probably. What a game! He would say nothing about his own adventures and discoveries. He worked on the theory that the best time to tell about something was after it had become a fact.
Having constituted a guardianship over Kitty, he was now playing impressario to Hawksley. As if he hadn't enough parts to play! Wouldn't he be risking his life to-night trying to find where Stefani Gregor was? Fiddles! Fiddles and emeralds! What a choice old hypocrite he was! Fate has a way of telling you all about it afterward; conceivably, that humanity might continue to reproduce its species.
The Bolshevik agent who had followed him from the banker's might decide, without the aid of some connecting episode, that he had wasted his time. It did not matter that Kitty herself was no longer watched and followed from her home to the office, from the office home. Was Karlov afraid or had he some new trick up his sleeve? It was not possible that he had given up Hawksley.
If he succeeded in recovering the stones and his conscience bit a little too deeply for comfort why, he could pay over to Hawksley twenty per cent. of the price Karlov demanded. He could take it or leave it. In a case like this to a bachelor without dependents money was no object. All his life he had wanted a fine emerald to play with, and here was an opportunity to acquire two!
From the hurdy-gurdy of my childhood, down to Kubelik and his successors, I have been more or less music-mad. You play wonderfully!" Sudden, inexplicable shyness. Hawksley smiled. An hour or two with that old Amati. "I am only an unconventional amateur. You should hear Stefani Gregor when the mood is on.
Before Cutty's lieutenant opened the gate to the apartment he spoke to Hawksley. "The boss is doing everything he can to put you through, sir. Miss Conover's wit saved you. For if you hadn't separated they'd have nailed you. I've been running round like a chicken with its head cut off. I forgot that door on the seventeenth floor. I tell you honestly, you've been playing with death.
The street was alive with vehicles tearing north and south, with frequent stoppage for the passage of those racing east and west. The destination of Hawksley's cab was an old-fashioned apartment house in Eightieth Street. Gregor would have a meal ready; and it struck Hawksley forcibly that he was hungry, that he had not touched food since the night before.
You've reached haven; the storms hereafter will be outside. Besides, Stefani will always be with you. You'll never pick up that old Amati without feeling Stefani near. Can you stand?" "Between the two of you, perhaps." With Kitty on one side and Cutty on the other Hawksley managed the descent tolerably well. Often a foot dragged. How strong she was, this girl!
Outside Hawksley could see nothing of the man who had bought the cigars. At any rate, further dodging would be useless. He would go directly to his destination. Old Gregor had sent him a duplicate key to the apartment. He could hide there for a day or two; then visit Rathbone's banker at his residence in the night to establish his identity.
Had not Kitty pronounced the name Stefani Gregor in his mind always linked with the emeralds he would have summoned an ambulance and had Hawksley carried off, despite Kitty's protests; and perhaps he would have seen her but two or three times before sailing, seen her in conventional and unemotional parts.
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