"Yes. Karlov has got Kitty."
For a minute Hawksley did not stir. Then he got up, put away the Amati, and came back. He was pale, too.
"I understand," he said. "They will exchange her for me. Am I right?"
"Yes. But you are not obliged to do anything like that, you know."
"I am ready."
"You give yourself up?"
"Wny not?"
"You're a man!" Cutty burst out.
"I was brought up by one. Honestly, now, could I ever look a white man in the face again if I didn't give myself up? I did begin to believe that I might get through. But Fate was only playing with me. May I use your desk to write a line?"
"Come with me," said Cutty, unsteadily. This was not the result of environment. Quiet courage of this order was race. No questions demanding if there wasn't some way round the inevitable. Cutty's heart glowed; the boy had walked into it, never to leave it. "I'm ready." It took a man to say that when the sequence was death.
"Coles," said Cutty upon reëntering the study, "tell Karlov that His Highness will give himself up. He will be there before midnight."
"That's enough for me. But if there's the least sign that you're not playing straight it will be all off.
