a wonderful man you are!"

"For an old codger?" Cutty's heart registered another sizable bump.

Kitty laughed. "Never call yourself old to me again. Are you
always doing these things?"

"Well, I keep moving. I suspected something like this might happen.
Those two will go to the Tombs to await deportation if they are
aliens. Perhaps we can dig something out of them relative to this
man Gregor. Anyhow, we'll try."

"Cutty, I saw a man in the court with a pocket lamp before I went
to bed. He was hunting for something."

"I didn't find anything but a lot of fresh food someone had thrown
out."

"It was you, then?"

"Yes. There was a vague possibility that your protege might have
thrown out something valuable during the struggle."

"What?"

"Lord knows! A queer business, Kitty, you've lugged me into - my
own! And there is one thing I want you to remember particularly:
Life means nothing to the men opposed, neither chivalry nor ethics.
Annihilation is their business. They don't want civilization; they
want chaos. They have lost the sense of comparisons or they would