as soon as the nurse arrives I'll return. Three rings." Harrison left the apartment.
Cutty spent a few minutes at the telephone, then he joined Kitty in the living room.
"Kitty, what was the stranger like?"
"Like a gorilla. He spoke English as if he had a cold."
Cutty scowled into space. "Have a scar over an eyebrow?"
"Good gracious, I couldn't tell! Both his eyes were black and his nose banged dreadfully. Johnny Two-Hawks probably did it."
"Bully for Two-Hawks! Kitty, you're a marvel. Not a flivver from the start. And those slate-blue eyes of yours don't miss many things."
"Listen!" she interrupted, taking hold of his sleeve. "Hear it?"
"Only the Elevated."
"Tumpitum-tump! Tumpitum-tump! Cutty, you hypnotized me this afternoon with your horrid drums."
"The emeralds?" He managed to repress the start.
"I don't know what it is; drums, anyhow. Maybe it is the emeralds. Something has been happening ever since you told me about them—the misery and evil that follow their wake."
"But the story goes that women are immune, Kitty."
