end is deadly. Do you know who this Russian is?"
"Honestly, I don't."
"Does Cutty?"
"I don't know that, either."
"Did you ever hear of a pair of emeralds called the drums of jeopardy?"
"Nope. But I do know if you continue these stunts you'll head the whole game into the ditch."
"You may set your mind at ease. I'm going to marry Cutty. I shall not go to the apartment again until Hawksley, as he is called, is gone."
"Well, well; that's good news! But let me put you wise to one fact, Miss Conover: you have picked some man! I'm not much of a scholar, but knowing him as I do I'm always wondering why they made Faith, Hope, and Charity in female form. But this night's work was bad business. They know where the Russian is now; and if the game lasts long enough they'll reach the chief, find out who he is; and that'll put the kibosh on his usefulness here and abroad. Well, here's home, and no more lecture from me."
"Sorry I've been so much trouble."
"Perhaps we ought to have shown you which end shoots."
"Good-night."
If Kitty had any doubt as to the wisdom of her decision, the cold, gloomy rooms of her apartment dissipated them. She wandered through the rooms,
