time to time. She sent the boy, at the age of ten, to England. Afraid of the home influence. He remained there, under the name of Hawksley, for something like fourteen years, under the guardianship of this fellow Gregory. Of Gregory I know positively nothing. The young fellow is, to all purposes, methods of living, points of view, an Englishman. Rathbone, who was educated at Oxford, met him there and they shared quarters. But it was only in recent years that he learned the identity of his friend. In 1914 the young fellow returned to Russia. Military obligations. That's all I know. Mighty interesting, though."
"I am much obliged to you. The white elephant becomes a normal drab pachyderm," said Cutty.
"Still something of an elephant on your hands. I see. Bring him here if you wish."
"And sic the Bolshevik at your door."
"That's so. You spoke of his having been beaten and robbed. Bolshevik?"
"Yes. An old line of reasoning first put into effect by Oliver Cromwell. The axe."
"The poor devil!"
"Fact. I'm sorry for him, but I wish he would blow away conveniently."
"Rathbone says he's handsome, gay, but decent, considering. Humanity is being knocked about some. The hour has come for our lawyers to go back to their offices. Politics must step aside for business. We
