his expression when he saw Johnny Two-Hawks.

Seed on rocky soil; nothing came of the little artifice. No Buddha's
graven face was less indicative than the squat man's. Perhaps his
face was too sore to permit mobility of expression. The drollery
of this thought caused a quirk in one corner of Kitty's mouth. The
squat man stopped at the foot of the bed with the air of a mere
passer-by and seemed more interested in the investigations of the
policeman than in the man on the bed. But Kitty knew.

"A fine bang on the coco," was the policeman's observation. "Take
anything out of his pockets?"

"They were quite empty. I've sent for a military surgeon. He may
arrive at any moment."

"This fellow live across the way?"

"That's the odd part of it. No, he doesn't."

"Then what was he doing there?"

"Probably awaiting the return of the real tenant who hasn't returned
up to this hour" - with an oblique glance at the squat man.

"Kind o' queer. Say, you stay here and watch the lady while I scout
round."

The squat man nodded and leaned over the foot of the bed. The
policeman stalked out.