Two-Hawks' brow. Yonder individual somehow justified the instinct
that had prompted her to play the good Samaritan. Whence had this
gorilla come? He was not one of the men who had issued in such
dramatic haste from the Gregor apartment.

"This man here saw you and another carrying someone across the fire
escape. What's the rumpus?" The policeman was not exactly
belligerent, but he was dutifully determined. And though he was
ready to grant that this girl with the Irish eyes was beautiful, a
man never could tell.

"There's been a tragedy of some kind," began Kitty. "This man
certainly did see us carrying a man across the fire escape. He had
been set upon and robbed in the apartment across the way."

"Why didn't you call in the police?"

"Because he might have died before you got here."

"Where's the man who helped you?"

"Gone. He was an outsider. He was afraid of getting mixed up in a
police affair and ran away." Behind the kitchen door Cutty smiled.
She would do, this girl.

"Sounds all right," said the policeman. "I'll take a look at the
man."

"This way, if you please," said Kitty, readily. "You come, too,
sir," she added as the squat man hesitated. Kitty wanted to watch