ing to the top. A half-blind viper striking
venomously at everything--even itself! A destroyer who tore down but
who knew not how or what to build. Kitty knew that lower New York was
seething with this species of terrorism--thousands of noisome European
rats trying to burrow into the granary of democracy. But she had no
particular fear of the result. The reacting chemicals of American humour
and common sense would neutralize that virus. Supposing a ripple from
this indecent eddy had touched her feet? The torch of liberty in the
hands of Anarch!

Johnny Two-Hawks. Somehow--even if she never saw him again--she knew she
would always remember him by that name. Phases of the encounter began
to return. Fine hands; perhaps he painted or played. The oblong head of
well-balanced mentality. A pleasant voice. Breeding. To be sure, he had
laughed at that fan popping out. Anybody would have laughed. Never had
she felt so idiotic. He had gravely expressed the hope that they
might never meet again because his life was in danger. What danger?
Conceivably the enmity of a society--internationalism. The word having
found lodgment in her thoughts took root. Internationalism--Utopia while
you wait! Anarchism and Bolshevism offering nostrums for humanity's
ills! And there were sane men who defended the cult on the basis that
the intention was honest. Who can say that the rattlesnake does not
consider his intentions honourable?

The attribute lacking in the ape to make him human is continuity of
thought and action in all things save one. He often starts out well but
he never arrives. His interest is never sustained. He drops one thing
and turns to another. The exception is his enmity, savage and cunning,
relentless and enduring.

Kitty was awake to one fact. She could not venture to dig into this
affair alone. On the other hand, she did not want one of the men from
the city room--a reporter who would see nothing but news. If Gregor was
only a prisoner publicity might be the cause of his death; and publicity
would certainly react hardily against Johnny Two-Hawks. To whom might
she turn?

Cutty!--with his great physical strength, his shrewd and alert
mentality, and his wide knowledge of peoples and tongues. There was the
man for her--Kitty Conover's godfather. She dumped the contents of her
handbag upon the stand in the hallway in her impatience to find Cutty's
card with his telephone number. It was not in the directory. She might
catch hi