In　that　case　Karlov　would　be　welcome。　　But　wait　a　moment。　　The　chap
  had　come　in　from　the　west。　　In　that　event　there　should　be　an　Odyssey
  of　some　kind　tucked　away　in　the　affair。
  Cutty　resumed　his　pacing。　　The　moment　his　imagination　caught　the
  essentials　he　visualized　the　Odyssey。　　Across　mountains　and　deserts；
  rivers　and　seas；　he　followed　Two…Hawks　in　fancy；　pursued　by　an
  implacable　hatred；　more　or　less　historical；　of　which　the　lad　was
  less　a　cause　than　an　abstract　object。　　And　Karlov　…　Cutty　understood
  Karlov　now　…　always　span　near；　his　hate　reenergizing　his　faltering
  feet。
  There　was　evidently　some　iron　in　this　Two…Hawks'　blood。　　Fear　never
  would　have　carried　him　thus　far。　　Fear　would　have　whispered；
  〃Futility！　　Futility！〃　　And　he　would　have　bent　his　head　to　the　stroke。
  So　then　there　was　resource　and　there　was　courage。　　And　he　lay　in
  yonder　room；　beaten　and　penniless。　　The　top　piece　in　the　grim　irony
  …　to　have　come　all　these　thousands　of　miles　unscathed；　to　be　dropped
  at　the　goal。　　But　America？　　Well；　that　would　be　solved　later。
  〃By　the　Lord　Harry！〃　Cutty　stopped　and　struck　his　hands　together。
  〃The　drums！〃
  》From　the　hour　Kitty　had　pronounced　the　name　Stefani　Gregor　an　idea
  had　taken　lodgment；　an　irrepressible　idea；　that　somewhere　in　this
  drama　would　be　the　drums　of　jeopardy。　　The　mark　of　the　thong！　　Never
  any　doubt　of　it　now。　　Those　magnificent　emeralds　were　here　in　New
  York；　The　mob　…　the　Red　Guard　…　hammering　on　the　doors；　what　would
  have　been　Two…Hawks'　most　natural　first　thought？　　To　gather　what
  treasures　the　hand　could　be　laid　to　and　flee。　　Here　in　New　York；
  and　in　Karlov's　hands；　ultimately　to　be　cut　up　for　Bolshevik
  propaganda！　　The　infernal　pity　of　it！
  The　passion　of　the　gem　hunter　blazed　forth；　dimming　all　other　phases
  of　the　drama。　　Here　was　a　real　game；　a　man's　game；　sport！　　Cutty
  rubbed　his　hands　together　pleasurably。　　To　recover　those　green　flames
  before　they　could　be　broken　up；　under　the　ancient　ruling　that
  〃Findings　is　keepings。〃　　The　stones；　of　course；　meant　nothing　to
  Karlov　beyond　the　monetary　value；　and　upon　this　fact　Cutty　began
  developing　a　plan。　　He　stood　ready　to　buy　those　stones　if　he　could
  draw　them　into　the　open。　　Lord；　how　he　wanted　them！　　Murder　and　loot；
  always　murder　and　loot！
  The　thought　of　those　two　incomparable　emeralds　being　broken　up
  distressed　him　profoundly。　　He　must　act　at　once；　before　the
  desecration　could　be　consummated。　　Two…Hawks　…　Hawksley　hereafter；
  for　the　sake　of　convenience　…　had　an　equity　in　the　gems；　but　what
  of　that？　　In　smuggling　them　in　…　and　how　the　deuce　had　he　done　it？
  …　he　had　thrown　away　his　legal　right　to　them。　　Cutty　kneaded　his
  conscience　into　a　satisfactory　condition　of　quiescence　and　went
  on　with　his　planning。　　If　he　succeeded　in　recovering　the　stones
  and　his　conscience　bit　a　little　too　deeply　for　comfort　…　why；　he
  could　pay　over　to　Hawksley　twenty　per　cent。　of　the　price　Karlov
  demanded。　　He　could　take　it　or　leave　it。　　In　a　case　like　this　…　to
  a　bachelor　without　dependents　…　money　was　no　object。　　All　his　life
  he　had　wanted　a　fine　emerald　to　play　with；　and　here　was　an
  opportunity　to　acquire　two！
  If　this　plan　failed　to　draw　Karlov　into　the　open；　then　every
  jeweller　and　pawnbroker　in　town　would　be　notified　and　warned。　　What
  with　the　secret…service　operatives　and　the　agents　of　the　Department
  of　Justice　on　the　watch　for　Karlov　…　who　would　recognize　his
  limitations　of　mobility　…　it　was　reasonable　to　assume　that　the
  Bolshevik　would　be　only　too　glad　to　dicker　secretly　for　the　disposal
  of　the　stones。　　Now　to　work。　　Cutty　looked　at　his　watch。
  Nearly　midnight。　　Rather　late；　but　he　knew　all　the　tricks　of　this
  particular　kind　of　game。　　If　the　advertisement　appeared　isolated；
  all　the　better。　　The　real　job　would　be　to　hide　his　identity。　　He
  saw　a　way　round　this　difficulty。　　He　wrote　out　six　advertisements；
  all　worded　the　same。　　He　figured　out　the　cost　and　was　delighted　to
  find　that　he　carried　the　necessary　currency。　　Then　he　got　into　his
  engineer's　…　dungarees；　touched　up　his　face　and　hands　to　the
  required　griminess；　and　sallied　forth。
  Luck　attended　him　until　he　reached　the　last　morning　newspaper　on　the
  list。　　Here　he　was　obliged　to　proceed　to　the　city　room　…　risky
  business。　　A　queer　advertisement　coming　into　the　city　room　late　at
  night　was　always　pried　into；　as　he　knew　from　experience。　　Still；　he
  felt　that　he　ought　not　to　miss　any　chance　to　reach　Karlov。
  He　explained　his　business　to　the　sleepy　gate　boy；　who　carried　the
  advertisement　and　the　cash　to　the　night　city　editor's　desk。
  Ordinarily　the　night　city　editor　would　have　returned　the
  advertisement　with　the　crisp　information　that　he　had　no　authority
  to　accept　advertisements。　　But　the　〃drums　of　jeopardy〃　caught　his
  attention；　and　he　sent　a　keen　glance　across　the　busy　room　to　the
  rail　where　Cutty　stood；　perhaps　conspicuously。
  〃Humph！〃　He　called　to　one　of　the　reporters。　　〃This　looks　like　a
  story。　　I'll　run　it。　　Follow　that　guy　in　the　overalls　and　see　what's
  in　it。〃
  Cutty　appreciated　the　interlude　for　what　it　was　worth。　　Someone　was
  going　to　follow　him。　　When　the　gate　boy　returned　to　notify　him　that
  the　advertisement　had　been　accepted；　Cutty　went　down　to　the　street。
  〃Hey；　there；　just　a　moment！〃　hailed　the　reporter。　　〃I　want　a　word
  with　you　about　that　advertisement。〃
  Cutty　came　to　a　standstill。　　〃I　paid　for　it；　didn't　I？〃
  〃Sure。　　But　what's　this　about　the　drums　of　jeopardy？〃
  〃Two　great　emeralds　I'm　hunting　for；〃　explained　Cutty；　recalling
  the　man　who　stood　on　London　Bridge　and　peddled　sovereigns　at　two
  bits　each；　and　no　buyer。
  〃Can　it！　　Can　it！〃　jeered　the　reporter。　　〃Be　a　good　sport　and　give
  us　the　tip。　　Strike　call　among　the　city　engineers？〃
  〃I'm　telling　you。〃
  〃Like　Mike　you　are！〃
  〃All　right。　　It's　the　word　to　tie　up　the　surface　lines；　like　Newark；
  if　you　want　to　know。　　Now；　get　t'　hell　out　o'　here　before　I　hand
  you　one　on　the　jaw！〃
  The　reporter　backed　away。　　〃Is　that　on　the　level？〃
  〃Call　up　the　barns　and　find　out。　　They'll　tell　you　what's　on。　　And
  listen；　if　you　follow　me；　I'll　break　your　head。　　On　your　way！〃
  The　reporter　dashed　for　the　elevator　…　and　back　to　the　doorway　in
  time　to　see　Cutty　legging　it　for　the　Subway。　　As　he　was　a　reporter
  of　the　first　class　he　managed　to　catch　the　same　express　uptown。
  On　the　way　uptown　Cutty　considered　that　he　had　accomplished　a　shrewd
  bit　of　work。　　Karlov　or　one　of　his　agents　would　certainly　see　that
  advertisement；　and　even　if　Karlov　suspected　a　Federal　trap　he　would
  find　some　means　of　communicating　with　the　issuer　of　the　advertisement。
  The　thought　of　Kitty　returned。　　What　the　dickens　would　she　say　…　how
  would　she　act　…　when　she　learned　who　this　Hawksley　was？　　He　fervently
  hoped　that　she　had　never　read　〃Thaddeus　of　Warsaw。〃　　There　would
  be　all　the　difference　in　the　world　between　an　elegant　refugee　Pole
  and　a　derelict　of　the　Russian　autocracy。　　Perhaps　the　best　course　to
  pursue　would　be　to　say　nothing　at　all　to　her　about　the　amazing
  discovery。
  Upon　leaving　Elevator　Four　Cutty　said：　〃Bob；　I've　been　followed　by
  a　sharp　reporter。　　Sheer　him　off　with　any　tale　you　please；　and　go
  home。　　Goodnight。〃
  〃I'll　fix　him；　sir。〃
  Cutty　took　a　bath；　put　on　his　lounging　robe；　and　tiptoed　to　the
  threshold　of　the　patient's　room。　　The　shaded　light　revealed　the
  nurse　asleep　with　a　book　on　her　knees。　　The　patient's　eyes　were
  closed　and　his　breathing　was　regular。　　He　was　coming　along。
  Cutty　decided　to　go　to　bed。
  Meantime；　when　the　elevator　touched　the　ground　floor；　the　operator
  observed　a　prospective　passenger。
  〃Last　trip；　sir。　　You'll　have　to　take　the　stairs。〃
  〃Where'll　I　find　the　engineer　who　went　up　with　you　just　now？〃
  〃The　man　I　took　up？　　Gone　to　bed；　I　guess。〃
  〃What　floor？〃
  〃Nothing　doing；　bo。　　I'm　wise。　　You're　the　fourth　guy　with　a　subpoena
  that's　been　after　him。　　Nix。〃
  〃I'm　not　a　lawyer's　clerk。　　I'm　a　reporter；　and　I　want　to　ask　him　a
  few　questions。〃
  〃Gee！　　Has　that　Jane　of　his　been　hauling　in　the　newspapers？
  Good…night！　　Toddle　along；　bo；　there's　nothing　coming　from　me。　　Nix。〃
  〃Would　ten　dollars　make　you　talk？〃　asked　the　reporter；　desperately。
  〃Ye…ah　…　about　the　Kaiser　and　his　wood…sawing。　　By…by！〃
  The　operator；　secretly　enjoying　the　reporter's　discomfiture；　shut
  off　the　lights；　slammed　the　elevator　door　to　the　latch；　and　walked
  to　the　revolving　doors；　to　the　tune　of　Garry　Owen。
  The　reporter　did　not　follow　him　but　sat　down　on　the　first　step　of
  the　marble　stairs　to　think；　for　there　was　a　lot　to　think　about。　　He
  sensed　clearly　enough　that　all　this　talk　about　street…railway　strikes
  and　subpoenas　was　rot。　　The　elevator　man　and　the　engineer　were　in
  cahoots。　　There　was　a　story　here；　but　how　to　get　to　it　was　a　puzzler。
  He　had　one　chance　in　a　hundred　of　landing　it　…　tip　the　mail　clerk　in
  the　business　office　to　keep　an　eye　open　for　the　man　who　called　for
  〃Double　C〃　mail。
  Eventually；　the　man　who　did　call　for　that　mail　presented　a　card　to
  the　mail　clerk。　　At　the　bottom　of　this　card　was　the　name　of　the
  chief　of　the　United　States　Secret　Service。
  〃And　say　to　the　reporter　who　has　probably　asked　to　watch　…　hands
  off！　　Understand？　　Absolutely　…　off！〃
  When　the　reporter　was　informed　he　blew　a　kiss　into　ai