"What hospital?"

"Gee, I forgot t'ast that!"

"I'll find out. Good-night."

But Kitty did not find out. She called up all the known private and
public hospitals, but no Gregor or Gregory had been received that
afternoon, nor anybody answering his description. The fog had
swallowed up Stefani Gregor.



CHAPTER VI


The reportorial instinct in Kitty Conover, combined with her natural
feminine curiosity, impelled her to seek to the bottom of affair.
Her newspaper was as far from her as the poles; simply a paramount
desire to translate the incomprehensible into sequence and
consequence. Harmless old Gregor's disappearance and the advent of
John Two-Hawks - the absurdity of that name! - with his impeccable
English accent, his Latin gestures, and his black eye, convinced her
that it was political; an electrical cross current out of that broken
world over there. Moribund perspectives. What did that signify save
that Johnny Two-Hawks had fought somewhere that day for his life?
Had Gregor been spirited away so as to leave Two-Hawks without
support, to confuse and discourage him and break down his powers of
resistance? Or had there been something of great value in the Gregor
apartment, and Johnny Two-Hawks had come too late to save his friend?