him.

Suddenly she became conscious that she was blinking as one blinks
from mirror-reflected sunlight. She cast about for the source of
this phenomenon. Obliquely from between the interstices of the
fire-escape platform came a point of moving white light. She craned
her neck. A battery lamp! The round spot of light worked along the
cement floor, vanished occasionally, reappeared, and then vanished
altogether. Somebody was down there hunting for something. What?

Kitty remained with her head out of the window for some time,
unmindful of the spatter of rain. But nothing happened. The man
was gone. Of course the incident might not have the slightest
bearing upon the previous adventures of this amazing night; still,
it was suggestive. The young man had worn something round his neck.
But if his enemies had it why should this man comb the court,
unless he was a tenant and had knocked something off a window ledge?

She began to appreciate that she was very tired, and decided to go
back to bed. This time she fell asleep. Her disordered thoughts
rearranged themselves in a dazzling dream. She found herself
wandering through a glorious translucent green cavern - a huge
emerald. And in the distance she heard that unmistakable
tumpitum-tump! tumpitum-tump! It drew her irresistibly. She
fought and struggled against the fascinating sound, but it continued
to draw her on. Suddenly from round a corner came the squat man,
his hair a la Fuzzy-Wuzzy. He caught her savagely by the shoulder
and dragged her toward a fire of blazing diamonds. On the other
side of that fire was a blonde young woman with a tiara of rubies
on her head. "Save me! I am Olga, Olga!" Kitty struggled