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He had faced it many times, but always with a chance. There was none here, and the absolute knowledge paralyzed him. Had Cutty been alone Kitty would have rushed at the madman; but the sight of Hawksley robbed her of all mobility. The blind alley she had entered and reentered so many times and so futilely crumbled.... Johnny Two-Hawks! As for Hawksley, he knew he had but little time.
"Yes; I am a fugitive, pursued by the god of Irony. And Irony is never particular; the chase is the thing. What matters it whether the quarry be wolf or sheep?" Kitty was impressed by the bitterness of the tone. "What is your name?" "John Hawksley." "But that is English!" "I should not care to call myself Two-Hawks, literally. It would be embarrassing. So I call myself Hawksley." A pause.
He turned to broach the suggestion of purchase, but remained mute. Hawksley's head was sunk upon his chest; his arms hung limply at the sides of his chair. "He is fainting!" cried Kitty, her love outweighing her resolves. "Cutty!" desperately, fearing to touch Hawksley herself. "No! The stones, the stones! Take them away out of sight! I'm too done in! I can't stand it! I can't The Red Night!
"Indeed, my dear fellow, I never heard that she contemplated going out of it again. Did she?" "Oh, yes; I thought you knew. Captain Hawksley has been ordered to India with his regiment. Of course, that means that, after their honeymoon, his wife and little Lord Chepstow will accompany him. They wished Miss Lorne to continue as the boy's governess and to go with them.
Her face grew tenderly beautiful; and Hawksley, a true artist, saw that he had discovered the fifth string; and he played upon it with all the artistry which was naturally his and which had been given form by the master who had taught him. For the physical exertions he relied upon nerve energy again. Nature is generous when we are young.
Karlov was the head of the society which had voted Gregor's death. So he had agents watching Hawksley. And Karlov himself undertook the chase across Russia, China, and the Pacific." "I'm glad I gave him something to eat. But Gregor, a valet in a hotel, with all that money!" "The red tape." "What a dizzy world we live in, Cutty!" "Dizzy is the word." Cutty sighed.
Kitty would be contriving to drop in frequently; not to see Hawksley especially, but her initial success in playing hide and seek with secret agents, friendly and otherwise, had tickled her fancy. For a while it would be an exciting game; then it might become only a means to an end. Well, it should not be. Was there a girl! Already Hawksley had recorded her beauty.
She was alone with Hawksley; and all her terror returned. Not to touch him, not to console him; to stand staring at him like a dumb thing! "I do forgive Johnny! But your world and my world " "Those stains! The wretches hurt you!" "What? Where?" bewildered. "The blood on your waist!" Kitty looked down. "That is not my blood, Johnny. It is yours." "Mine?" Johnny. Something in the way she said it.
Hawksley listened intently, wondering a bit. What was the dear old beggar's idea, throwing such fireworks round at breakfast? He stole a glance at Kitty to see how she was taking it and caught her stealing a glance at him. Instantly both switched back to Cutty. Shortly the little comedy was repeated because neither could resist the invisible force of some half-conscious inquiry.
Through it all, however, she felt vaguely troubled; the instinct of the trap. The sinister and cynical idea which had clandestinely taken up quarters in her mind awoke and assailed her from a new angle, that of youth. Something in her cried out: "Stop! Stop!" But her lips were mute, her body enchained. Suddenly Hawksley laid aside the fiddle and advanced. He reached down and drew her up.
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