else　in　me　says　No。　　I　like　dainty　things；　dainty　surroundings。　　I
  want　to　travel；　to　see　something　of　the　world。　　I　once　thought　I　had
  creative　genius；　but　I　might　as　well　face　the　fact　that　I　haven't。
  Only　by　accident　will　I　ever　earn　more　than　I'm　earning　now。　　In　a
  few　years　I'll　grow　old　suddenly。　　You　know　what　the　newspaper　game
  does　to　women。　　The　rush　and　hurry　of　it；　the　excitements；　the
  ceaseless　change。　　It　is　a　furnace；　and　women　shrivel　up　in　it
  quicker　than　men。〃
  〃There　won't　be　any　nonsense；　Kitty。　　An　hour　before　I　go　aboard　my
  ship。　　I'll　go　back　to　the　job　the　happiest　of　men。　　Molly's　girl
  taken　care　of！　　Just　before　your　father　died　I　promised　him　I'd　keep
  an　eye　on　you。　　I　never　forgot；　but　conditions　made　it　impossible。
  The　apartment　will　be　yours　as　long　as　you　need　it。　　Kuroki；　of
  course；　goes　with　me。　　It's　merely　going　by　convention　on　the　blind
  side。　　To　leave　you　something　in　my　will　wouldn't　serve　at　all；
  I'm　a　tough　old　codger　and　may　be　marked　down　for　a　hale　old　ninety。
  All　I　want　is　to　make　you　happy　and　carefree。〃
  〃Cutty；　I'd　like　to　curl　up　in　some　corner　and　cry；　gratefully。　　I
  didn't　know　there　were　such　men。　　I　just　don't　know　what　to　do。　　It
  isn't　as　if　you　were　asking　me　to　be　your　wife。　　And　as　you　say；　I
  can't　accept　money。　　There　is　a　pride　in　me　that　rejects　the　whole
  thing；　but　it　may　be　the　same　fool　pride　that　has　cut　away　my
  friends。　　I　ought　to　fall　on　your　neck　with　joy：　and　here　I　am
  trying　to　look　round　corners！　　You　are　my　father's　friend；　my
  mother's；　mine。　　Why　shouldn't　I　accept　the　proposition？　　You　are
  alone；　too。　　You　have　a　perfect　right　to　do　as　you　please　with　your
  money；　and　I　have　an　equally　perfect　right　to　accept　your　gifts。
  We　are　all　afraid　of　the　world；　aren't　we？　　That's　probably　at　the
  bottom　of　my　doddering。　　Cutty；　what　is　love？〃　she　broke　off；
  whimsically。
  〃Looking　into　mirrors　and　hunting　for　specks；〃　　he　answered；　readily。
  〃I　mean　seriously。〃
  〃So　do　I。　　Before　I　went　round　to　the　stage　entrance　to　take　your
  mother　out　to　supper　I　used　to　preen　an　hour　before　the　mirror。　　My
  collar；　my　cravat；　my　hair；　the　nap　on　my　stovepipe；　my　gloves
  …　terrible　things！　　And　what　happened？　　Your　dad；　dressed　in　his
  office　clothes；　came　along　like　a　cyclone；　walked　all　over　my　toes；
  and　swooped　up　your　mother　right　from　under　my　nose。　　Now　just　look
  the　proposition　over　from　all　angles。　　Think　of　yourself；　let　the
  old　world　go　hang。　　They'll　call　it　alimony。　　In　a　year　or　so　you'll
  be　free；　and　some　chap　like　Tommy　Conover　will　come　along；　and　bang！
  You'll　know　all　about　love。　　Here's　old　Brooklyn　Bridge。　　I'll　see
  you　to　the　elevator。　　All　nonsense　that　you　should　have　the　least
  hesitance。〃
  Fifteen　minutes　later　he　was　striding　along　Park　Row。　　By　the　swing
  of　his　stride　any　onlooker　would　have　believed　that　Cutty　was　in　a
  hurry　to　arrive　somewhere。　　Instead；　one　was　only　walking。　　Suddenly
  he　stopped　in　the　middle　of　the　sidewalk　with　the　two　currents　of
  pedestrians　flowing　on　each　side　of　him；　as　a　man　might　stop　who
  saw　some　wonderful　cloud　effect。　　But　there　was　nothing　ecstatical
  in　his　expression；　on　the　contrary；　there　was　a　species　of　bewildered
  terror。　　The　psychology　of　all　his　recent　actions　had　in　a　flash
  become　vividly　clear。
  An　unbelievable　catastrophe　had　overtaken　him。　　He　loved　Kitty；
  loved　her　with　an　intense；　shielding　passion；　quite　unlike　that
  which　he　had　given　her　mother。　　Such　a　thing　could　happen！　　He
  offered　not　the　least　combat；　the　revelation　was　too　smashing　to
  admit　of　any　doubt。　　It　was　not　a　recrudescence　of　his　love　for
  Molly；　stirred　into　action　by　the　association　with　Molly's　daughter。
  He　wanted　Kitty　for　himself；　wanted　her　with　every　fibre　in　his
  body；　fiercely。　　And　never　could　he　tell　her　…　now。
  The　tragic　irony　of　it　all　numbed　him。　　Fate　hadn't　played　the
  game　fairly。　　He　was　fifty…two；　on　the　far　side　of　the　plateau；
  near　sunset。　　It　wasn't　a　square　deal。
  Still　he　stood　there　on　the　sidewalk；　like　a　rock　in　the　middle　of
  a　turbulent　stream；　rejecting　selfish　thoughts。　　Marry　Kitty；　and
  tell　her　the　truth　afterward。　　He　knew　the　blood　of　her　…　loyalest
  of　the　loyal。　　He　could　if　he　chose　play　that　sort　of　game　…　cheat
  her。　　He　could　not　withdraw　his　proposition。　　If　she　accepted　it　he
  would　have　to　carry　it　through。　　Cheat　her。
  CHAPTER　XXV
  Kitty　hung　up　her　hat　and　coat。　　She　did　not　pat　her　hair　or　tuck
  in　the　loose　ends　before　the　mirror　…　a　custom　as　invariable　as
  sunrise。　　The　coat　tree　stood　at　the　right　of　the　single　window；
  and　out　of　this　window　Kitty　stared　solemnly；　at　everything　and　at
  nothing。
  Burlingame　eyed　her　seriously。　　Cutty　had　given　him　a　glimmer　of
  the　tale　…　enough　to　make　known　to　him　that　this　pretty；　sensible
  girl；　though　no　fault　of　her　own；　was　in　the　shadow　of　some　actual
  if　unknown　danger。　　And　Cutty　wanted　her　out　of　town　for　a　few
  days。　　Burlingame　had　intended　sending　Kitty　out　of　town　on　an
  assignment　during　Easter　week。　　An　exchange　of　telegrams　that
  morning　had　closed　the　gap　in　time。
  〃Well；　you　might　say　'Good　morning。'〃
  〃I　beg　your　pardon；　Burly！〃　　In　newspaper　offices　you　belong　at
  once　or　you　never　belong；　and　to　belong　is　to　have　your　name
  sheared　to　as　few　syllables　as　possible。　　You　are　formal　only　to
  the　city　editor；　the　managing　editor；　and　the　auditor。
  〃What's　the　matter？〃
  〃I've　been　set　in　the　middle　of　a　fairy　story；〃　said　Kitty；　〃and
  I'm　wondering　if　it's　worth　the　trouble　to　try　to　find　a　way　out。
  A　Knight　of　the　Round　Table；　a　prince　of　chivalry。　　What　would
  you　say　if　you　saw　one　in　spats　and　a　black　derby？〃
  〃Why；〃　answered　Burlingame；　〃I　suppose　I'd　consider　July　first　as
  the　best　thing　that　could　happen　to　me。〃
  Kitty　laughed；　and　that　was　what　he　wanted。
  What　had　that　old　rogue　been　doing　now　…　offering　Kitty　his
  eighteen…story　office　building？
  〃It's　odd；　isn't　it；　that　I　shouldn't　possess　a　little　histrionic
  ability。　　You'd　think　it　would　be　in　my　blood　to　act。〃
  〃It　is；　Kitty；　only　not　to　mimic。　　You're　an　actress；　but　the　Big
  Dramatist　writes　your　business　for　you。　　Now；　I've　got　some　fairly
  good　news　for　you。　　An　assignment。〃
  〃Work！　　What　is　it？〃
  〃I　am　going　to　send　you　on　a　visit　to　the　most　charming　movie　queen
  in　the　business。　　She　is　going　to　return　to　Broadway　this　autumn；
  and　she　has　a　trunkful　of　plays　to　read。　　I　have　found　your　judgment
  ace…high。　　Mornings　you　will　read　with　her；　afternoons　you　will
  visit。　　She　remembers　your　mother；　who　was　the　best　comedienne　of
  her　day。　　So　she　will　be　quite　as　interested　in　you　as　you　are
  in　her。　　I　want　you　to　note　her　ways；　how　she　amuses　herself；　eats；
  exercises。　　I　want　you　to　note　the　contents　of　her　beautiful　home；
  if　she　likes　dogs　or　cats　or　horses。　　You　will　take　a　camera　and
  get　half　a　dozen　good　pictures；　and　a　page　yarn　for　Easter　Sunday。
  Stay　as　long　as　she　wants　you　to。〃
  〃But　who？〃
  Burlingame　jerked　his　thumb　toward　a　photograph　on　the　wall。
  〃Oh！　　This　will　be　the　most　scrumptious　event　in　my　life。　　I'm
  wild　about　her！　　But　I　haven't　any　clothes！〃
  Burlingame　waved　his　hands。　　〃I　knew　I'd　hear　that　yodel。　　Eve
  didn't　have　anything　to　speak　of；　but　she　travelled　a　lot。　　Truth
  is；　Kitty；　you'd　better　dress　in　monotones。　　She　might　wake　up　to
  the　fact　that　you're　a　mighty　pretty　young　woman　and　suddenly
  become　temperamental。　　She　has　a　husband　round　the　lot　somewhere。
  Make　him　think　his　wife　is　a　lucky　woman。　　Here's　all　the　dope
  …　introduction；　expenses；　and　tickets。　　Train　leaves　at　two…fifty。
  Run　along　home　and　pack。　　Remember；　I　want　a　page　yarn。　　No
  flapdoodle　or　mush；　straight　stuff。　　She　doesn't　need　any
  advertising。　　If　you　go　at　it　right　you　two　will　react　upon　each
  other　as　a　tonic。
  Kitty　realized　that　this　little　junket　was　the　very　thing　she　needed
  …　open　spaces；　long　walks　in　which　to　think　out　her　problem。　　She
  hurried　home　and　spent　the　morning　packing。　　When　this　heartrending
  business　was　over　she　summoned　Tony　Bernini。
  〃I　am　going　out　of　town；　Mr。　Bernini。　　I　may　be　gone　a　week。〃
  〃All　right；　Miss　Conover。〃　　Bernini　hid　a　smile。　　He　knew　all　about
  this　trip；　having　been　advised　by　Cutty　over　the　wire。
  〃Am　I　being　followed　any　more？〃
  〃Not　that　we　know　of。　　Still；　you　never　can　tell。　　What's　your
  destination？〃　　Kitty　told　him。　　〃Better　not　go　by　train。　　I　can　get
  a　fast　roadster　and　run　you　out　in　a　couple　of　hours。　　Right　after
  lunch　you　go　to　the　boss's　garage　and　wait　for　me。　　I'll　take　care
  of　your　grips　and　camera。　　I'll　follow　on　your　heels。〃
  〃Anybody　would　consider　that　Karlov　was　after　me　instead　of　Hawksley。〃
  Bernini　smiled。　　〃Miss　Conover；　the　moment　Karlov　puts　his　hands
  on　you　the　whole　game　goes　blooey。　　That's　the　plain　fact。　　There
  is　death　in　this　game。　　These　madmen　expect　to　blow　up　the　United
  States　on　May　first。　　We　are　easing　them　along　because　we　want　the
  top　men　in　our　net。　　But　if　Karlov　takes　it　into　his　head　to　get　you；
  and　succeeds；　he'll　have　a　stranglehold　on　the　whole　local　service；
  because　we'd　have　to　make　great　concessions　to　free　you。〃
  〃Why　wasn't　I　told　this　at　the　start？〃
  〃You　were　told；　indirectly。　　We　did　not　care　to　frighten　you。〃
  〃I'm　not　fr