mother. I understand now. What was a beautiful memory takes living form again. You still love the mother; the daughter has revived that love."
"By the Lord Harry, I believe you've struck it! Walked into the fog and couldn't find the way out. Of course. What an old ass I've been! Simple as daylight. I've simply fallen in love with Molly all over again, thinking it was Kitty. Plain as the nose on my face. And I might have made a fine mess of it if you hadn't waked me up."
All this gentle irony went over Hawksley's head. "When do you wish me to go down to the taxi?"
"Son, I'm beginning to like you. You shall have your chance. In fact, we'll take it together. There'll be a taxi but I'll hire it. I'm quite positive I know where Kitty is. If I'm correct you'll have your chance. If I'm wrong you'll have to pay the score. We'll get her out or we'll stay where she is. In any event, Karlov will pay the price. Wouldn't you prefer to go out—if you must—in a glorious scrap?"
"Fighting?" Hawksley was on his feet instantly. "Do you mean that? I can die with free hands?"
"With a chance of coming out top-hole."
"I say, what a ripping thing hope is—always springing back!"
Cutty nodded. But he knew there was one hope that would never warm his heart again. Molly! … Well, he'd let the young chap believe that. Kitty
