"Stefani Gregor?"

"Yes. What is it? Why do you say it like that?"

"Say it like what?" - sparring for time.

"As if you had heard the name before?"

"Just as I thought!" cried Cutty, his nimble mind pouncing upon a
happy invention. "You're romantic, Kitty. You're imagining all
sorts of nonsense about this chap, and you must not let the
situation intrigue you. If I spoke the name oddly - this Stefani
Gregor - it was because I sensed in a moment that this was a bit of
the overflow. Southeastern Europe, where the good Samaritan gets
kicked instead of thanked. Now, here's a good idea. Of course we
can't turn this poor chap loose upon the public, now that we know
his life is in danger. That's always the trouble with this Samaritan
business. When you commit a fine action you assume an obligation.
You hoist the Old Man of the Sea on your shoulders, as it were. The
chap cannot be allowed to remain here. So, if Harrison agrees, we'll
take him up to my diggings, where no Bolshevik will ever lay eyes
upon him."

"Bolshevik?"

"For the sake of a handle. They might be Chinamen, for all I know.
I can take care of him until he is on his feet. And you will be
saved all this annoyance.

"But I don't believe it's going to be an annoyance. I'm terribly