u roughly. That is as you please."

Karlov went out, locking the door.

Oh, the blind little fool she had been! All those constant warnings, and
she had not heeded! Cutty had warned her repeatedly, so had Bernini; and
she had deliberately walked into this trap. As if this cold, murderous
madman would risk showing himself without some grim and terrible
purpose. She had written either Cutty's or Johnny Two-Hawks' death
warrant. She covered her eyes. It was horrible.

Perhaps not Cutty, but assuredly Two-hawks. His life for her liberty.

"And he will come!" she whispered. She knew it. How, was not to be
analyzed. She just knew that he would come. What if he had smiled like
that! The European point of view and her own monumental folly. He would
come quietly, without protest, and give himself up.

"God forgive me! What can I do? What can I do?"

She slid to the floor and rocked her body. Her fault! He would
come--even as Cutty would have come had he been the man demanded. And
Karlov would kill him--because he was an error in chronology! She sensed
also that the anarchist would not look upon his act as murder. He would
be removing an obstacle from the path of his sick dreams.

Comparisons! She saw how much alike the two were. Cutty was only Johnny
Two-Hawks at fifty-two--fearless and whimsical. Had Cutty gone through
life without looking at some woman as, last night, Two-Hawks had looked
at her? All the rest of her life she would see Two-Hawks' eyes.

Abysmal fool, to pit her wits against such men as Karlov! Because
she had been successful to a certain extent, she had overrated her
cleverness, with this tragic result... He had fiddled the soul out of
her. But death!

She sprang up. It was maddening to sit still, to feel the approach
of the tragedy without being able to prevent it. She investigated the
windows. No hope in this direction. It was rapidly growing dark outside.
What time was it?

The door opened. A man she had not seen before came in with a blanket,
a pitcher of water, and some graham crackers. His fingers were stained a
brilliant yellow and a peculiar odour emanated from his clothes. He did
not speak to her, but set the articles on the floor and departed.

Kitty did not stir. An hour passed; she sat as one in a trance. The
tallow dip was sinking. By and by she became conscious of a faint
sound, a tapping. Whence it came she could not tell. She moved about
cautiously, endeavouring to locate it. When sh