Quarter of an hour later the patient was taken down to the ambulance
and conveyed to the private hospital. Cutty had no way of
ascertaining whether they were followed; but he hoped they would be.
The knowledge that their victim was in a near-by hospital would
naturally serve to relax the enemy vigilance temporarily; and this
would permit safely and secretly the second leg of the journey - that
to his own apartment.

He decided to let an hour go past; then Two-Hawks was taken through
the building to the rear and transferred to the truck. Cutty sat
with the driver while Captain Harrison and the nurse rode inside
with the patient.

On the way Cutty was rather disturbed by the deep impression Kitty
Conover had made upon his heart and mind. That afternoon he had
looked upon her with fatherly condescension, as the pretty daughter
of the two he had loved most. From the altitude of his fifty-two
he had gazed down upon her twenty-four, weighing her as like all
young women of twenty-four - pleasure-loving and beau-hunting and
fashion-scorched; and in a flash she had revealed the formed mind
of a woman of thirty. Altitude. He had forgotten that relative
to altitudes there are always two angles of vision - that from the
summit and that from the green valley below. Kitty saw him beyond
the tree line, but just this side of the snows - and matched his
condescension with pity! He chuckled. Doddering old ass, what
did it matter how she looked at him?

Beautiful and young and full of common sense, yet dangerously
romantical. To wait for the man she wanted, what did that signify