The Spectator., 1915-11-05
him into the door of her own vehicle and followed him

1 him into the door of her own vehicle | and followed him.
 "The Ritz, driver" she directed. And so, in the role of Samaritan, Kitty Gray made her second arrival that day at the stately hotel which she had selected as her own abode. All through the ride the man at her side remained silent, suffering acute ly. He turned his face away. Again there came to Kitty Gray the strange feeling that she felt something which she ought to recognize, she could not tell what. In truth, sympathy had the better of curiosity for the time. She did not examine her strange compan- ion closely, only speaking to him an | occasional word of sympathy and as- surance. Suddenly remembering that she did not know who he was, and re- | membering also that her own conduct might be held as singular, she turned | her companion over to the head porter of the hotel and hurried away to her own room.
 Apparently the disfigured stranger l remained at the hotel that right, for | when, at eleven of the following morn ing, Kitty Gray emerged properly ar | rayed for morning ride, she saw | the stranger in the hotel lobby, his | face swathed in bandages. He seemed to be waiting for her approach, spoke l to her some words in tongue which | she did not understand-then changed to French-and then to English. | If mademoiselle would permit me-. he said, T might be of use, even as I am. I know the city. Might l act as courier for the time? would show my gratitude. if mademoiselle regards it as proper for me thus to do so"
 Kitty Gray, actuated by no definite purpose, but governed by the impulse which she trusted in her trade, turned suddenly toward the curb where stood her hired motor car, and motioned to the man to enter.
 They passed on down the wide ave- nue of the capital, strange couple enough. Kitty looked curiously about her, studiously examining everything she saw. Yes, the old city was beauti- full, with its long lines of green trees. its stately edifices built by hands long stilled in death. Soon she began to find the need of guide, and unobtrus- lively the muffled figure at her side quietly suggested the information he thought might be of service. He point ed out some of the other large hotels mansion houses of this or that court official. the hall of justice, the city hail. the great cathedrals, the royal palace, the palace of the Count Fred erick.
 "Yes," exclaimed Kitty Gray, it was here that I found you yesterday. The hotel of the Count Frederick. l know, yes, but why-how did you"
 Her companion suddenly raised . hand, touched her arm gently, request ing silence.
 A great car, splendidly equipped and driven at rushing speed, came out of the very side street on which Kitty Gray had found her companion on the previous day. In the car, his gloved hand resting on his stick. sat a tall man, erect, strikingly handsome in his own way, imperious of air and bold of gaze
 Kitty Gray did not notice that her companion had shrunk back low into the seat. Her own eyes met those of the occupant of the advancing car.
 Kitty Gray was young and moro than a little handsome. She had taken pains to turn herself out we'll as she might in view of the possible surroundings she might meet on her