"There goes the bell!" cried Kitty, jumping up.

"Wait!"

The ring was repeated vigorously and impatiently.

"Kitty, I don't quite like the sound of that bell. Harrison would
have no occasion to be impatient. Somebody in a hurry. Now,
attend to me. I'm going to steal out to the kitchen. Don't be
afraid. Call if I'm needed. Open the door just a crack, with your
foot against it. If it's Harrison he'll be in uniform. Call out
his name. Slam the door if it is someone you don't know."

Kitty opened the door as instructed, but she swung it wide because
one of the men outside was a policeman. The man behind him was a
thickset, squat individual, with puffed, discoloured eyes and a
nose that reminded Kitty of an alligator pear.

"What's going on here?" the policeman demanded to know.



CHAPTER VIII


A phrase, apparently quite irrelevant to the situation, shot into
Kitty's head. Moribund perspectives. Instantly she knew, with that
foretasting mind of hers, that the man peering over the policeman's
shoulder and Johnny Two-Hawks had met somewhere that day. She was
now able to compare the results, and she placed the victory on