“When I pronounced that name you whirled upon me as if I had struck you.”
“Very well. When we learn who Two-Hawks is I'll tell you what I know about Gregor. And in the meantime you will be ceaselessly under guard. You are an asset, Kitty, to whichever side holds you. Captain Harrison is going to stay for dinner. Won't you join us?”
“I'm going to a studio potluck with some girls. And it's time I was on the way. I'll let your Tony Bernini know. Home probably at ten.”
Cutty went with her to the elevator and when he returned to the tea table he sat down without speaking.
“Why not kidnap her yourself,” suggested Harrison, “if you don't want her in this?”
“She would never forgive me.”
“If she found it out.”
“She's the kind who would. What do you think of her, Miss Frances?”
“I think she is wonderful. Frankly, I should tell her everything—if there is anything more to be told.”
When dinner was over, the nurse gone back to the patient and Captain Harrison to his club, Cutty lit his odoriferous pipe and patrolled the windows of his study. Ever since Kitty's departure he had been mulling over in his mind a plan regarding her future—to add a codicil to his will, leaving her five thousand a year, so Molly's girl might always have a dainty frame for her unusual beauty. The pity of it was that convention denied him the pleasure of settling the income upon her at once, while she was young. He might outlive her; you never could tell. Anyhow, he would see to the codicil. An accident might step in.